King of Hundred Victories Saber

Even the sky was shaken by his power, the clouds torn apart, the sunlight streaming through the gaps, bestowing a golden glow upon his silhouette.

In the air, True Qi surged around him, instantly forming a massive vortex.

This vortex, with Shi Feiyang at its core, spun rapidly at a dizzying speed, emitting a deafening ”whoosh,” shaking heaven and earth.

At the center of the vortex, Shi Feiyang stood like a deity commanding the storm, with every movement he made altering the wind and clouds of the world.

A fierce stream of air spread in all directions, where it passed, the winds howled, sands and stones flew. The surrounding sand, stones, and vegetation were swept into it, forming a gigantic chaotic storm. The dust from the ground was lifted into the air, blotting out the sun.

Shi Feiyang stood at the vortex’s center, his clothes fluttering loudly like a battle flag, his long hair wildly dancing like a black flood dragon. His presence was like a stabilizing force amidst the storm, unwavering and immovable.

He seemed like a Demon God straight out of ancient myths, exuding a powerful aura that was terrifying, making everything around him lose its luster. His figure appeared even taller and more majestic in the storm, his power as unshakeable as a mountain.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate move ”Peerless and Unmatched” from the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” a concentrated embodiment of the technique’s essence with unparalleled might.

His palms transformed into blades, with dazzling, almost blinding golden light emanating from his palms, like peerless blades condensed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, their sharpness revealed, radiating a chilling gleam. His gaze was as firm as iron, locking onto the Wokou Leader Sato Taro.

At this moment, Sato Taro was engaged in an intense battle with Liao Pei, his Japanese Saber wielding a seamless defense.

But suddenly, he felt an overwhelming force like a tidal wave crashing in, shocking him, causing him to hastily turn his head to look.

The pressure seemed to come from all directions, making him feel suffocated.

He saw Shi Feiyang like a meteor trailing a long golden tail, charging at him with unstoppable momentum. Sato Taro was terrified to the extreme, but as the Wokou Leader, how could he easily show weakness?

He clenched his teeth, determined to fight to the death. He quickly performed Ninjutsu, his body turning into a wisp of blue smoke and disappearing from sight.

However, his form, within Shi Feiyang’s blade light and sword shadows, was like an illusion, impossible to escape.

Yet, his Ninjutsu, within the True Qi vortex of Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique, was as futile as an ant trying to stop a car. The True Qi vortex seemed to possess a devouring force strong enough to swallow heaven and earth, sucking in the surrounding air, forming a gigantic, inescapable energy field. This energy field, like an invisible cage, tightly bound Sato Taro, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The moment Sato Taro appeared, he was caught by the vortex’s force, his body uncontrollably drawn toward Shi Feiyang.

He struggled desperately in the air, his hands flailing wildly, attempting to break free from the powerful attraction, yet as if trapped in a quagmire, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. His eyes were filled with despair, the shadow of death like a sharp blade suspended over his head.

He felt his life like a candle flickering in the wind, about to extinguish at any moment.

A sudden fierce gleam flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, akin to a hungry tiger spotting its prey.

He suddenly shouted loudly: ”Wokou, give me your life!” This shout was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, causing the surrounding air to tremble, the sound rolling in, seemingly penetrating the soul, sending chills down one’s spine.

Immediately, he swung his palms fiercely, performing a masterful strike from the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique.”

His right palm slashed down like a golden rainbow, carrying with it a force to split mountains and break rocks, directly aiming for Sato Taro’s head.

The force of this palm was so great that even the air was cleaved open, leaving a clearly visible trace.

The palm wind whistled, compressing the air into a visible wave, shattering the surrounding sand and stones into powder with a ”swooshing” sound, like a thousand troops galloping past.

Simultaneously, his left palm swept in a bizarre arc, like an agile flood dragon, slicing towards Sato Taro’s abdomen. This slash contained endless variations, the palm force like an invisible rope, tightly entangling Sato Taro, making it impossible for him to evade. Sato Taro was horrified facing this sudden attack, realizing he confronted not just an opponent, but a true Martial Arts master, one who could command life and death.

Sato Taro’s eyes widened in terror, attempting to dodge, only to find himself completely immobile.

His eyes brimmed with despair. With a crisp ”crack,” Shi Feiyang’s right palm blade viciously sliced through Sato Taro’s body, from left shoulder diagonally to right waist, instantly cleaving his body in two.

Blood gushed like a fountain, tracing a blood-red arc in the air, splattering on the ground, forming blossoming blood flowers. The blood flowers glistened with an unsettling light under the sun, silently narrating the battle’s cruelty and ruthlessness.

Shi Feiyang turned his figure again, his palms continuing to dance, blade energies crisscrossing like a spinning chainsaw.

Each stroke was incredibly precise, carving invisible rifts in the air, slicing through the surrounding air.