King of Hundred Victories Saber

With that, he swung the cane in his hand, unleashing a set of unique and sinister staff techniques.

His movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, yet carried a ruthless, resolute edge; every swing tore the air with a sharp whooshing sound.

As the cane danced, it whipped up a powerful current of air, like a tornado suddenly rising from flat ground.

Tables and chairs around them were battered by the blast, toppling in all directions with a series of crackling crashes.

Some were blown up to tumble in midair like kites with cut strings; some were smashed to splinters on the spot, wooden shards flying everywhere.

In an instant, the entire space was churned into utter chaos by this overwhelming force, dust billowing.

As Wuri Chagai whirled his cane, he chanted under his breath, his gaze locked tightly onto Shi Feiyang, not letting a single one of his movements slip past; that focused expression told Shi Feiyang clearly—today, it was either you die or I die.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was grave, as if facing a war of life and death.

He knew full well this old man before him was no easy opponent; from the old man’s steady aura and fierce moves, he could feel the depth of his Power. He rapidly circulated the Bright Jade Technique, True Qi surging through his body like a raging river, roaring within; then he unleashed the Shock Eye Tribulation Divine Skill, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes like a meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly piercing the darkness.

An invisible yet vast force roared toward Wuri Chagai, that power wrapped in the blizzard gales of midwinter, bearing a world-destroying momentum. Wuri Chagai only felt an immense pressure crash down on him, as if a towering mountain was pressing from above.

His face changed drastically in an instant; his originally bronze visage turned as pale as paper, yet there was not the slightest hint of retreat in his stubborn eyes.

He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and hurriedly swung his cane to block. The cane spun furiously in his hands, forming a defensive barrier as he tried to ward off Shi Feiyang’s attack. As he blocked, he shouted, ”Hmph, hurting me isn’t that easy!”

However, Shi Feiyang’s Shock Eye Tribulation Divine Skill was far too powerful, surging like an endless, rolling river.

Though Wuri Chagai fought with all his might, he still could not withstand this overwhelming force.

He only felt a chill run through his whole body, as if he had been wrapped in the ice and snow of deep winter, even his bones creaking as though frozen stiff.

Immediately after, cracks began to appear all over his body, like parched and fissured earth, blood seeping from the splits and dyeing his clothes red.

Wuri Chagai let out a scream, shrill and desperate, yet within that despair there was still a trace of unwillingness.

The cane slipped from his hand with a clang, rolling across the ground.

In the next instant, his entire body shattered into pieces, turning into a heap of mangled flesh and blood; the scene was gruesome and horrific to the extreme.

Amid the siege of these many experts, Shi Feiyang stood like a War God, unshakable.

He charged left and right, his figure agile, executing the most exquisite moves of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

Every move and every stroke carried a fierce force, saber-qi crisscrossing; wherever it passed, bandit foes fell one after another.

Inside the tent, blood splashed everywhere, like blossoming flowers of scarlet; severed arms and broken limbs littered the ground—some arms still clenched weapons tight, some thighs lay twisted to one side—the place was a bloody mess, like a Human Purgatory.

Unfortunately, Lele Baha took advantage of the chaos to escape.

He fled like a dog that had lost its home, scrambling blindly in the confusion, his heart full of fear and unwillingness.

However, Lele Baha soon returned in force, like a venomous snake biding its time for the kill.

Before Shi Feiyang could step out of the tent, he had already gathered high-level martial experts from multiple sects; each of them wore a grim expression, eyes gleaming with ferocity, like hungry wolves fixed on their prey.

As soon as Shi Feiyang walked out of the tent, he was suddenly ambushed by several of these martial experts, and an even more soul-stirring blood battle unfolded once more.

Among them was a middle-aged burly man named Habaha, his massive frame like a towering hill.

He unleashed the Seventy-Two Hand Bone Shattering and Tendon-Splitting Hand, leaping at Shi Feiyang through the air; his moves advanced and retreated with shifting pace, seizing, locking, hooking, and capturing in unpredictable variations.

He darted forward and back, advancing and withdrawing in a flash, his body weaving through space like a ghost.

In motion he was like a great river in flood, overwhelming; in stillness he stood like a mountain, steady as rock. His hands were like hooks, bringing a fierce gust as they struck straight for Shi Feiyang’s vital points, intending to snap his bones inch by inch and tear his tendons one by one.

Though Habaha’s assault was extremely fierce and launched in sudden ambush, like a heavy punch meant to kill Shi Feiyang in a single blow—

His ten hook-like fingers were nonetheless drawn aside, twisted off course by the Bright Jade Technique True Qi vortex around Shi Feiyang.

That True Qi vortex was like an invisible black hole, devouring and dissolving all the force behind Habaha’s attack.

Habaha’s heart lurched, disbelief written over his face; he had not imagined that such a ferocious strike of his would be so easily neutralized by Shi Feiyang. The other two middle-aged men, named Gou Xing and Gou Yue, looked quite similar, like a pair of twin brothers.

They respectively launched the Bone Rot Palm and the Blood Transformation Saber, striking at Shi Feiyang’s ribs from both sides. Gou Xing’s Bone Rot Palm carried a rancid, putrid wind laden with the scent of death; his hand was pitch black, as though soaked in deadly poison. With each sweep, it seemed to corrode even the air around it.

Gou Yue’s Blood Transformation Saber flashed with a cold light, saber-qi infused with a strange power; wherever it passed, even the air was sliced into fragments.

In the face of the enemy’s sudden ambush and encirclement, Shi Feiyang remained calm, as if Mount Tai were collapsing before his eyes and his expression would not change.