King of Hundred Victories Saber

The Dog-Beating Stick traced an arc through the air, accompanied by a whistling wind, like an arrow released from a bowstring, moving at lightning speed.

Then, Zhong Renwang stomped his feet hard, and the snow on the ground was scattered by this powerful force, resembling a small avalanche.

His whole being shot up like a cannonball, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

In mid-air, he executed a graceful flip, with movements fluid and elegant, instantly inverting himself.

Following that, he came down from above, executing the Beggar Gang’s signature technique, a move called ”Flying Dragon in the Sky” from the ”Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.”

His palms swiftly struck down, the images overlapping heavily, like a pair of enormous black fans, directed with immense force straight at Shi Feiyang’s head, chest, and shoulders.

This powerful palm force carried the sound of a fierce wind, akin to a ferocious dragon descending from the skies, enveloping Shi Feiyang with an overwhelming force. The surrounding air was compressed by an invisible giant hand, which was shaken by this powerful palm force, producing a deep and oppressive humming sound, making the whole world tremble beneath it.

However, the True Qi from Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique around him was like an invisible shield, running at high speed, forming a strange vortex of True Qi. This vortex of True Qi spun wildly around Shi Feiyang, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

Zhong Renwang felt his palms, upon nearing Shi Feiyang, seemed to fall into an invisible mire, drawn by a powerful and peculiar force, causing an instant deviation in direction. He was shocked, wanting to withdraw his palm force but found it impossible to control.

”Boom boom!” Two dull and thunderous sounds echoed, like thunder exploding beside one’s ear, leaving a humming in the ears, and the world went deaf in that explosive sound. Zhong Renwang’s iron palms accidentally struck heavily on Xie Zhichuan’s iron palms and Dugu Yan’s Long Sword.

”Crack! Crack!” Two crisp breaking sounds rang out, like the sound of pottery shattering, exceptionally piercing amidst the silent snowy ground.

Xie Zhichuan’s iron palms and the Long Sword in Dugu Yan’s hand were immediately broken into two pieces under the strong impact.

And Zhong Renwang, also due to the powerful inner strength rebound from Xie Zhichuan and Dugu Yan’s bodies, was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string. He traced an arc through the sky, like a falling meteor, crashing heavily into the snow, stirring up a large splash of snowflakes.

He lay in the snow, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, with a trace of fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, which stood out strikingly against the white snow, like a blooming red plum blossom.

His eyes were filled with terror and unwillingness, a look of disbelief at his defeat, and helplessness towards fate.

Ding Hong, seeing Zhong Renwang’s defeat and glancing at Shi Feiyang’s demon-like figure, was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body.

His legs weakened, barely able to stand, his eyes filled with fear. He dared not hesitate any longer, turned and ran, frantically picking up Zhong Renwang on the way, fleeing like a dog with its tail between its legs. His figure seemed so small and miserable in the vast snowy night, quickly vanishing into the darkness, as if he had never been there.

Shi Feiyang watched Zhong Renwang and Ding Hong flee, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting yet carrying endless chill. His palms moved swiftly and fluidly, like two incredibly sharp Celestial Frost Blades slicing through the air.

Those hands seemed not of flesh and blood, but forged of steel, emanating a cold aura.

In an instant, two fierce streams of blade energy whistled out from his palms, like two invisible silver dragons, with destructive force, slashing straight towards Dugu Yan and Xie Zhichuan.

The blade energy sliced through where it passed, the air seemed to be cut by sharp scissors, producing a ”hissing” sound. The snow on the ground was also stirred up by this formidable blade energy, forming two white snow waves, like two galloping white dragons, rushing towards them.

Seeing Dugu Yan and Xie Zhichuan about to be sliced in two by this fierce blade energy, their lives hung by a thread.

Fear was written all over their faces, their eyes wide with dread, as if seeing the scythe of the Death God.

Yet, at this critical juncture, suddenly, a blood shadow descended from the sky like a meteor.

This person, with clenched fists resembling two massive iron hammers, carried a thick bloody aura, meeting Shi Feiyang’s fierce blade energy head-on. The bloody aura permeated the air, nauseating to smell, as if in a sea of blood.

”Boom boom!” Two deafening explosions rang out, like bombs going off on the ground, snow splashing around, resembling clouds of white mist enveloping the space. That mist shrouded this world, obscuring the view inside, submerging it in a fog.

Shi Feiyang felt a powerful and strange force rushing at him, causing his body to sway involuntarily.

A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, clearly shocked by this sudden change.

And the blood shadow, too, retreated several steps under that powerful impact, each step leaving a deep footprint in the snow. Those footprints resembled giant scars, etched into the snow.

Ultimately, the blood shadow couldn’t withstand the force and fell to the ground, raising a spray of snowflakes.

The snowflakes gently fell covering his body, like a white shroud.

Xie Zhichuan and Dugu Yan saw this and were horrified, their faces turning as white as paper, not daring to linger any longer.

They hurriedly turned around, fleeing like rabbits startled, their speed so fast as if chased by demons. Their figures flickered in the darkness, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only silence and the lingering bloody aura in the air.

It turned out this suddenly appearing mysterious figure was ”Poisonous Hand Nuwa” Li Wuduo’s elder brother, ”Blood Venerable,” whom she encountered while fleeing in panic.

Li Wuduo’s mind was filled with what Zhong Renwang had said, convinced that the Xu Fu Immortal Pill and the Holy Heart Technique were in Shi Feiyang’s possession, and the flames of greed burned in her heart, consuming all her reason.

She had a clear understanding of her strength, knowing she was no more than an ant before Shi Feiyang, without any chance of winning.

Thus, she desperately pleaded with Blood Venerable for help, deluded with the thought of using her brother’s terrifyingly powerful martial prowess to eliminate Shi Feiyang and his wives, thereby claiming the Holy Heart Technique and Xu Fu Immortal Pill.

Thanks to Blood Venerable arriving just in time like a specter, Xie Zhichuan and Dugu Yan’s lives were temporarily spared.

Speaking of Blood Venerable, as the Son of the Blood Demon, his background was fearsome to all who heard of it.

A hundred years ago, the name of the Blood Demon shook the Northwest Martial Arts, and in Jianghu, merely mentioning it caused faces to drop with fear and panic became evident.

Thousands of experts from both the righteous and the underworld perished at the hands of the Blood Demon, the supreme demon.

The place where the Blood Demon resided was the dreaded and terrifying ”Blood Pool” in the Northwest.

His Blood Seal Hand was legendary in Jianghu, able to draw others’ blood from a distance, an extremely cruel technique.

The blood he drew was all released into the Blood Pool for him to drink and bathe.

The Blood Pool’s blood continuously churned, the stench overwhelming, like the entrance to Hell, making one’s skin crawl, just the thought alone was enough to terrify. Blood Venerable had followed the Blood Demon since childhood, inheriting some of the Blood Demon’s evil skills, his martial arts were unpredictable, exuding a heavy bloody aura, causing those present to shiver in fear, avoiding him as much as possible.

Li Wuduo watched closely as Blood Venerable clashed fiercely with Shi Feiyang, yet even Blood Venerable was at a disadvantage against Shi Feiyang’s formidable strength, her face instantly turning as pale as paper, filled with terror.

She knew well that if she continued to remain here, both she and Blood Venerable would likely lose their lives.

In this critical moment, taking advantage of Shi Feiyang’s body swaying from the strong shock of the palm force, she decisively bent down, grabbed Blood Venerable tightly as if with iron pincers. Then, she employed her nimble and swift Lightweight Technique, her figure like a black lightning flash across the vast snowy night, vanishing without a trace in an instant.