King of Hundred Victories Saber

Every time he swung his palms, they carried a force that crushed all in their path; wherever they passed, the air was compressed into a visible wave of qi, making a ”whoosh whoosh” sound, and even the ground quivered faintly under the Palm Force.

His attacks were like a raging storm, leaving his opponents unable to catch their breath, forced to passively await the fate of being defeated.

Although Wu Wei and Wu Yun were highly skilled, under Shi Feiyang’s ferocious offensive they gradually revealed signs of defeat. Their defense began to show gaps, their attacks grew feeble; facing Shi Feiyang’s storm-like onslaught, they started to feel powerless, their loss already written all over them.

Wu Wei brandished his pitch-black giant fan, trying to block Shi Feiyang’s attacks. The fan in his hand was like a huge black feather fan; with each sweep it stirred up gusts of fierce wind, as he tried to use it to resist Shi Feiyang’s tempestuous assault.

He then unleashed the move ”Wind Rolls up the Remnant Cloud”; the fan shadows formed a black barrier, sweeping toward Shi Feiyang.

This technique made the fan shadows carve out strange arcs in midair, as if they could devour everything, drawing all of Shi Feiyang’s attacks into them. However, Shi Feiyang’s Palm Force was far too formidable; before his Palm Force, those fan shadows were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow.

Shi Feiyang’s two palms were like a pair of Celestial Frost Blades, containing astonishing might; every strike he swung out carried the momentum of mountains collapsing and seas overturning, making it hard for Wu Wei’s fan shadows to hold out.

Shi Feiyang let out a shout, both palms surging forward; his Palm Force surged like a raging flood, in an instant breaking through the obstruction of the fan shadows. His Palm Force seemed to condense into solid form, turning into visible streams of air that completely shattered Wu Wei’s defense.

Wu Wei only felt a vast power crashing toward him; he was utterly unable to resist and his entire body was sent flying by that force.

He felt his body like grains of sand battered by giant waves, flying uncontrollably backward, smashing heavily into the solid wall.

Shi Feiyang pressed the advantage, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, ”Heaven and Earth Share the Same Lifespan”. In that instant, saber qi crisscrossed in all directions, as if cleaving heaven and earth apart. Amid the blur of blade light and sword shadows, Shi Feiyang’s figure was like a ghost, impossible to grasp.

Gales howled, sand and stones flew, heaven and earth dimmed; the entire council hall was shrouded by this overwhelming Power.

Under the impact of that saber qi, Wu Wei’s vision swam; he could not see Shi Feiyang’s figure at all.

He could only rely on instinct, doing his utmost to dodge those lethal streaks of saber qi.

Then came a sharp ”crack” as Wu Wei, man and fan together, was struck by Shi Feiyang’s cold and ruthless saber qi.

His body was instantly cleaved in two; the mangled corpse flew backward like a kite with its string cut, smashing hard onto the ground. Blood splashed in waves, staining the surrounding floor crimson; the scene was gruesome to the extreme, unbearable to behold.

Seeing this, Wu Yun was shocked to the core. He already knew how terrifying Shi Feiyang was and no longer dared to hold anything back.

He roused all the Power in his body and unleashed the strongest move of the Celestial Radiance Palm; both palms, wreathed in blazing poisonous flames, struck toward Shi Feiyang.

His Palm Force contained a scorching firepower, as though it could burn everything to ashes.

Shi Feiyang’s figure flickered, deftly evading Wu Yun’s attack.

At the same time, his right palm, like a golden rainbow, carrying the weight of a thousand jun, slammed toward Wu Yun’s chest.

Wu Yun failed to dodge in time and was struck squarely by Shi Feiyang’s Palm Force.

He only felt a sharp pain in his chest as his body was flung backward, smashing hard into the wall, leaving a deep human-shaped dent on it.

Wu Yun slowly slid down, blood gushing from his wounds and soaking his clothes red.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair; his breath ceased in an instant, yet he died with his eyes wide open.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong’s aura surged all over him, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, his surging Inner Strength roaring through his meridians.

In his eyes flashed a determined gleam, as if it could pierce through all illusions.