King of Hundred Victories Saber

His eyes glittered with absolute trust in Shi Feiyang. In his heart, Shi Feiyang was like a god, invincible against any adversity. Meanwhile, the blood battle on the ground grew fiercer.

Shi Feiyang was surrounded by the crowd, yet showed no fear.

He remained calm, his face unchanged even if Mount Tai were to crumble before him. His eyes, sharp as lightning, scanned the surrounding enemies with piercing intensity.

Amid the crowd’s assaults, he dodged left and right, his form ghostly and elusive, impossible to grasp.

He performed ”Dragon’s Seven Steps,” his unique supreme body technique, his steps agile and unpredictable. Every step he took bore a formidable momentum, making the crowd’s attacks consistently miss.

The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand gleamed coldly, like the coldest star in the night sky, exuding a lethal aura.

With one slash, it was like a bolt of lightning cutting through the dark night, carrying destructive force, sending a human head flying out.

Blood spurted forth, drawing a splendid yet bloody arc in the air, akin to the crimson dusk on the horizon—sorrowful yet tragic.

Blood splattered on the ground, instantly dyeing it red as if with blooming mandrakes—lush but deadly.

Faced with Dugu Chang’s piercing sword, Shi Feiyang’s form flickered like a gust of wind, vanished like blue smoke, effortlessly evading the fierce strike. Simultaneously, his right hand formed a claw, unleashing ”Dragon Battle in the Wild,” a capture technique from the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, the claw shadow roaring with the wind as it reached for Dugu Chang’s wrist—sharp and vicious.

Dugu Chang was horrified, his facial muscles instantly stiffening, like a frozen lake, rigid and terrified.

Cold sweat poured down, dripping incessantly from his forehead and cheeks, soaking his garments.

He hurriedly withdrew his sword to defend, his movements disordered and rushed, wildly waving the long sword in his hand, trying to fend off the deadly claw from Shi Feiyang.

In the instant he withdrew his sword, one beside him failed to escape, his throat torn by Shi Feiyang’s grasp.

Covering his throat with both hands, trying to shout yet unable to make a sound, only ”gurgling” noises emerged from his throat, like a beast trapped at the throat of fate. Blood gushed between his fingers like a crimson spring, flowing incessantly.

His gaze filled with fear and despair, his body slowly fell, his eyes gradually losing their light, dying a tragic death on the spot.

Meanwhile, the over-thousand swordsmen of Mingjian Manor, driven mad for Xu Fu Immortal Pill and Holy Heart Technique.

Their eyes glowed with greed, like hungry wolves consumed by desire, searching for prey in the darkness.

They shouted loudly, ”Xu Fu Immortal Pill is mine, Holy Heart Technique is mine too, no one should think of snatching them!”

Their voices rose and fell, intertwining together, like a symphony of madness. Wielding their weapons in hand, flashing the gleams of swords and blades, they charged at Shi Feiyang frantically, disregarding their safety, knowing that obtaining those two treasures would grant control over everything.

In the courtyard of Mingjian Manor, wide yet now turned into a Xiuluo Scene, daylight still shone, unable to dispel the pervasive bloody horror. The swordsmen numbering over a thousand, like puppets controlled by demons, disregarded life and death, charging at Shi Feiyang like a flood breaking its banks, crazed and turbulent.

Their eyes wide open, filled with greed and frenzy, shouting hoarsely, ”Xu Fu Immortal Pill is mine, Holy Heart Technique is mine too, no one should think of snatching them!” The sharp and chaotic voices intertwined, like mad demon sounds from the Hell Abyss, drilling into everyone’s ears, causing goosebumps and chilling fear.

Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, and other experts from Mingjian Manor were also swept along, their sword and blade gleams like flickering ghost flames, constantly viciously striking at Shi Feiyang. The knife wind roared, sword shadows flickered, the air thick with malicious intent.

Yet Shi Feiyang showed no fear, swiveling like a black whirlwind, claw shadows heavy as rain, dazzling the eyes.

Each time he reached out to grasp, it carried the momentum of overturning mountains and seas. He performed one of the most fierce killing moves from Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique— ”Dragon Roar Nine Heavens,” his fingers instantly hooked, black mysterious airflow curling at the fingertips, accompanied by strong suction, seemingly capable of drawing everything around into an endless dark abyss.

A swordsman failed to evade, instantly sucked in by the powerful suction, his eyes widened in terror, eyes filled with despair and fear, wanting to struggle but mired in a swamp, unable to break free.

Shi Feiyang clenched forcefully, and the swordsman immediately let out a piercing scream, his body instantly turned to a bloody mess, his internal organs torn out, blood throbbing continuously, spilling on the ground, creating an overwhelming scene of gore, causing nausea.

Instantly, dust flew on the ground, shrouding this bloody scene within.

Shouts of killing and weapon clashes intertwined, deafening. All the vicious foes were more or less wounded, blood gushing out, staining their garments, with blood stains on the garments growing increasingly alarming under the sunlight.

Blood on the ground converged into small streams, slowly flowing, like winding red snakes, exuding a chilling aura.