King of Hundred Victories Saber

Stepping into the Blood Pool, the fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and the Blood Demon instantly escalated, becoming even more thrilling and breathtaking.

He exercised the Bright Jade Technique, and his True Qi surged like a hidden current, forming a massive vortex around him. This vortex seemed to be an unbreakable barrier, completely isolating the foul-smelling and ever-roiling blood water in the Blood Pool.

The Celestial Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang’s hand, amidst this tense and intense atmosphere, shone brighter than ever, like a blazing sun hanging high, illuminating this bloody ground. He executed the ultimate technique ”Red Dust Slash” of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, and a gigantic blade aura filled with icy chill surged like a silver dragon, roaring toward the Blood Demon. Wherever the blade aura passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing screech, and the blood water in the pool was also split open by this immense force, forming great ravines.

The Blood Demon was startled by this sight and hurriedly waved his Blood Seal Hand, attempting to fend off the fierce blade aura.

However, within that blade aura was the deep-seated power and endless killing intent of Shi Feiyang, with astonishing power.

The Blood Demon only felt a mountain-crushing force rushing toward him, and under the impact of the blade aura, his blood shadow was forcibly ripped open, blood light spraying everywhere, and the air was thick with an even stronger bloody stench.

Shi Feiyang seized the moment to pursue victory, unwilling to let this perfect opportunity slip by.

He executed the third form of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s Poison-Breaking Trio, the ”Golden Silkworm Silk Rain Saber.”

Instantly, the blade emitted a layer of golden light, fine as silk, like the morning mist in the mountains, yet incredibly tenacious, encompassing the Blood Demon in an instant. This golden light not only acted as a robust shield, able to stave off the Blood Demon’s counterattack, but also contained a terrifying cutting power.

Under the enveloping golden light, the Blood Demon’s body seemed to be simultaneously sliced by countless sharp blades, starting to crack.

Immediately afterward, chunks of flesh began to fall, resembling a bizarre blood rain, and the Blood Demon let out a shrill cry, akin to the wailing of a night owl, piercing the sky, resounding in this blood-drenched realm.

In the end, under Shi Feiyang’s relentless series of fierce attacks, the Blood Demon’s body could no longer withstand it, disintegrating, shattering into countless fragments, like falling leaves, gently drifting into the Blood Pool.

The blood water in the Blood Pool, thickened by the Blood Demon’s remnants, resembled a boiling pot of blood plasma, emitting a nauseating odor.

Shi Feiyang stood tall, sheathing his blade, like a majestic mountain.

He gazed at the Blood Demon’s already shattered corpse, his expression grave, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

Though this thrilling battle had concluded, its brutality and difficulty left Shi Feiyang’s heart unable to find peace for a long time.

He slowly raised his head, scanning his surroundings, only to discover that Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Blood Venerable, Dugu yan, and Li Wuduo had already fled like startled birds, disappearing without a trace, as if they were never here.

Just at this moment, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen executed the Feixu Qingyan Technique, his figure as light as willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze, descending gracefully with Shi Xiong in tow. He was about to speak when suddenly, a sound of soft sobbing came from the peak above, formed by the layered black rocks. This sound echoed gently through the empty and silent mountain, filled with sorrow, like the ancient temple bell, sealed by time, its lament piercing the souls of those present.

Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Shi Feiyang were momentarily stunned, their faces showing surprise and confusion.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes were steadfast, his expression showing concern as he said, ”Both of you must be cautious, prioritize your safety. I shall go up and explore, see who is crying so sorrowfully here.”

With that, he executed the Supreme Lightness Technique ”Galloping Without a Trace,” soaring upward like a white crane, graceful yet agile, disappearing swiftly from view, heading towards the summit.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang was at the peak. Before him was a half-acre-sized stone flat, where the cold wind whipped his clothing, rustling. He glanced from the edge of the flat downwards, the sight of the Blood Pool below unmistakable.

The boiling blood water, like porridge on fierce flames, its crimson hue reminiscent of ignited fresh blood, emitting a shocking aura. Surrounding the Blood Pool were steep cliffs, smooth as mirrors, as though chiselled by a spectral hand, perilous and daunting, like a gateway to an abyss of endless darkness, inspiring fear.

Facing the Blood Pool below, was a woman kneeling, crying—the bamboo knife masked girl.

Shi Feiyang was filled with surprise and softly asked, ”Miss, for what reason are you crying so sadly here? Though there are many woes in this world, if you have troubles, feel free to tell me.”

The bamboo knife girl heard his voice, slowly raised her hand, her movement as delicate as the breeze caressing the tender petals in spring, gently removing her veil.

In that moment, an exceptionally beautiful face appeared before Shi Feiyang, like flowers in full bloom on a spring day, vibrant and dripping with beauty, or the brightest, most dazzling star in the night sky, strikingly beautiful, as if stepping into a dream.