King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang witnessed the dust slowly settle.

The massive stone slab completely buried Zashi Dunren and his followers beneath the trap.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes did not reveal even a hint of triumphant pleasure; instead, they carried a heavy, indescribable weight.

Inside the Life and Death Gate, the smell of blood permeated as if tangible, intertwining with the thick, choking dust, resembling an invisible web that enveloped the entire space, making one nauseous from the mere scent.

Shi Feiyang’s brows furrowed tightly, as if two towering peaks gathered on his forehead.

He took a deep breath and activated the miraculous ”Bright Jade Technique.”

Instantly, a faint halo appeared around him, like soft moonlight pouring down.

The inner strength induced by the Bright Jade Technique spread swiftly through the narrow passage like a lively breeze, dispelling the uncomfortable aura wherever it reached.

At the same time, the inner strength depleted by operating the mechanism within Shi Feiyang was rapidly recovering under the nourishment of the Bright Jade Technique.

Just as Shi Feiyang was quietly adjusting his breath and immersing himself in the subtle state of inner strength circulation, a sudden commotion of footsteps arose at the entrance of the Life and Death Gate. The footsteps were sometimes heavy, sometimes light, rushed, and chaotic, like a herd of startled beasts running wildly.

Immediately followed by a series of angry curses, piercing the ears, breaking the brief peace within the Life and Death Gate.

It turned out that Luorong Zadui, the Sect Leader of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, and his disciples had been waiting outside for a long time, hoping for the return of Zashi Dunren and others. Though frightened by the unknown dangers within the Life and Death Gate, driven by the temptations of Jianghu status and benefits, they clenched their teeth and decided to venture into the mysterious and perilous Life and Death Gate together.

”Hmph, that Shi Feiyang is merely relying on the traps to flaunt his power. In true combat, he may not be our match. Once we go inside, we will surely tear him limb from limb and rid Jianghu of this menace!” Wu Yun said with a fierce expression.

However, his slightly trembling tone revealed his inner unease.

At this moment, his eyes flickered uncertainly, like a beast trapped, wanting to fight but fearing falling deeper into despair.

”What Chief Wu says makes some sense, but this Life and Death Gate is strangely unpredictable, with many terrifying legends passed down through the ages. We must not be careless; it’s better to be cautious,” Luorong Zadui said, gently stroking the prestigious treasure sword in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting his solemn expression. Under Wu Yun’s leadership, they cautiously entered the Life and Death Gate.

As soon as they entered, the pungent bloody odor assaulted them, like a heavy punch, hitting their nostrils hard.

As they looked around, they saw bodies strewn across the floor, some incomplete, others with wounds still bearing traces of unfished blood, appearing exceptionally eerie and terrifying in the dim light.

Everyone was shocked, showing terrified expressions.

Wu Yun slowly squatted down, extending a trembling hand, carefully inspecting the wounds on the bodies.

His brow furrowed even tighter, and he said in a deep voice: ”Everyone, these people were hurt by extremely powerful traps. Looking at these wounds, they couldn’t have been caused by ordinary weapons. It seems Shi Feiyang had prepared and set deadly traps in this Life and Death Gate.”

Luorong Zadui’s top disciple, Dalao Zhima, with a vicious gleam in his eyes, smirked while saying: ”So what? Our Wind Thunder Sect’s swordsmanship is renowned for its fierceness and speed. We’re not afraid of these mere traps. Today, we’ll make Shi Feiyang witness the prowess of our Wind Thunder Sect!”

With his words, he swiftly drew the sword from his waist, its blade gleamed coldly, resembling lightning across the night sky, reflecting his slightly immature yet murderous face.

He gripped the hilt tightly, his arm subtly trembling, the excitement and tension within intertwining overwhelmingly.

Shi Feiyang, hearing their voices from the shadows, remained secretly alert. Like a leopard hidden in the darkness, he silently moved to the most concealed corner, his gaze sharp as an eagle, fixating on those approaching the entrance. He secretly calculated: ”These people collude with Zhong Renwang, committing crimes in Jianghu, indulging in all sorts of evil. If not eradicated today, they would become a major threat in Jianghu. I must utilize the traps within this Life and Death Gate to thoroughly eliminate them, restoring peace to Jianghu.”

Wu Yun walked at the forefront, his legs trembling uncontrollably as if winnowing grain.

He was deeply regretful, almost turning his intestines blue with remorse. He originally thought that he could seek shelter by joining Zhong Renwang and others, escaping previous predicaments, and living stably henceforth.

But unexpectedly, upon entering this Life and Death Gate, what awaited him was endless shadows of death.

At this moment, every step he took seemed to tread the blade, with piercing pain and extreme fear nearly suffocating him.

Sweat beads covered his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, dripping onto the cold ground, instantly freezing.

Carefully, they continued advancing deeper into the Life and Death Gate. The surrounding air seemed to solidify, so oppressively it was hard to breathe.

Suddenly, the entire ground shook violently, as if grasped by an immense invisible hand from Hell.