King of Hundred Victories Saber

The longsword in his hand, at this crucial moment, was like a silver lightning bolt, precisely deflecting the Dog-Beating Stick aside.

In an instant, Dugu Yan felt a chill run down his back, cold sweat soaking through his clothes, as if he had just been fished out of water.

He looked at the Dog-Beating Stick that nearly hit him and felt a lingering fear; his legs involuntarily trembled slightly, secretly thankful that he reacted in time, otherwise, he would have long perished.

Although Zhong Renwang was astonished, he was after all the Beggar Gang Leader, tempered through years of experience in the Jianghu, with immense battle experience.

He immediately gripped the Dog-Beating Stick tightly again, displaying the ”Sealing” technique. His figure swiftly darted, executing an array of exquisite moves like ”Pressing the Dog’s Back,” ”Starving Dog Blocks the Way,” ”Interlocking Dog Fangs,” and ”Mother Dog Protects Puppies.”

Each move contained the essence of the Beggar Gang’s supreme skills. He attempted to use these to seal Shi Feiyang’s unmatched Inner Power and continually deplete Shi Feiyang’s Inner Strength, trying to entrap him in a predicament.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s lips slightly curled into a confident smile.

He turned slightly, employing the mysterious Lightweight Technique of ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name.”

His steps were nimble and graceful, akin to a dragon swimming freely through clouds and mist, skillfully avoiding the range of Zhong Renwang’s stick attacks. Each movement was like a gentle breeze passing by without leaving a trace.

Simultaneously, his left hand turned into a claw, executing the ”Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique.” His five fingers resembled sharp dragon claws, gleaming coldly, reaching for Zhong Renwang’s Dog-Beating Stick, intending to snatch the weapon and deprive Zhong Renwang of this powerful attack method.

Zhong Renwang felt as if his Dog-Beating Stick was sinking into a mire, each swing incredibly difficult, tightly constrained by a tremendous force. He was both astonished and incredulous. He secretly exclaimed, once regarded as the world’s most marvelous stick technique, in front of Shi Feiyang lost the luster of ”marvelous,” becoming so vulnerable.

Suddenlv, that formidable force transmitted rapidly through the Dog-Beating Stick, and Zhong Renwang felt as if a mountain-crushing force was hitting him, as though collided by a lofty mountain. His entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air.

He landed heavily on the snow, scattering a large spray of snowflakes, those snowflakes bursting around him like blossoming white flowers. He lay on the snow, his face as pale as paper, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with fright and reluctance, like a wounded beast yet powerless to resist.

Seeing Zhong Renwang’s defeat, Xie Zhichuan instantly grew anxious. Being young and brash, the hot blood within him boiled easily, and with his father, Xie Luo Jia, once the Grand Martial Arts Alliance Leader, being exposed by Shi Feiyang for his evil deeds in public and ultimately committing suicide in shame.

This blood feud was like a venomous snake, gnawing at his soul constantly, making it impossible for him to suppress the burning anger in his heart. With a ”shua” sound, he drew the sword from his waist, activating the ”Kunlun Flame Technique.”

Immediately, flames surged around him, resembling a burning fireball, emanating waves of heat that instantly melted the surrounding snow into small puddles.

He then displayed the Martial Arts supremacy ”Thirteen Life-taking Swords,” with his eyes flashing with hatred, a flame that seemed intent on completely devouring Shi Feiyang. His figure was like a streak of black lightning, rushing towards Shi Feiyang, each thrust of his sword carrying his deep-seated hatred for Shi Feiyang, swift and sharp, aiming to take Shi Feiyang’s life in an instant.

Xie Zhichuan’s hatred was like the blazing fire of hell, already burning away his rationality completely.

With eyes wide open, bloodshot and flickering with madness, resembling a frenzied beast.

His figure flashed like a streak of black lightning tearing through the air, wielding the sword with ferocious and ruthless intensity, the cold light endlessly flickering.

At this moment, he executed the killing move ”Azure Peak Scraping Face” of the ”Thirteen Life-taking Swords.” The momentum of the sword was like a silver lightning bolt, enveloped with bone-chilling cold, striking towards Shi Feiyang’s throat with the force of thunder, attempting to end Shi Feiyang’s life in an instant.

The blade sliced through the air, emitting a ”sizzling” sound, akin to the sinister whispers from the Nine Nether Hell, exuding a chilling presence that could make anyone shiver.

Facing this lethal strike, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, his deep eyes unperturbed, like a deep, serene pool, seeing through everything in the world. He remained unhurried, his lips slightly curled into a confident and composed smile, and then executed the mystical Lightweight Technique of ”After finishing, wipe the clothes and leave.”

He lightly tapped his toes on the ground, as if a dragonfly touching water, his whole body rising like a wisp of blue smoke, deftly evading Xie Zhichuan’s incredibly sharp sword strike. His posture was as if strolling in a courtyard, elegant and composed.

Immediately after, Shi Feiyang’s figure rotated abruptly in midair, like a circling eagle, executing the ”Gold Dragon Coils Claw” move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

He used his palms instead of a saber, each movement of his palms radiating light more dazzling than a treasured saber.

The fierce saber aura crisscrossed, slicing swiftly across, as if intending to shred the icy world of snow into fragments.

Wherever the saber aura reached, the snow on the ground was instantly shaved off, revealing the dark earth beneath.