King of Hundred Victories Saber

Dugu Chang stared in horror, his eyes seemingly ready to burst from their sockets, watching helplessly as the massive sword light and dragon claw illusion assaulted him, unable to resist. His body quivered in fear, a ”cluck-cluck” sound escaping his throat, but he could no longer utter any words.

The sword light struck him first, slashing down from his shoulder, splitting his body in an instant.

Blood spurted like a fountain, tracing a splendid yet terrifying arc in the air, entrails scattering across the ground, intestines, liver, and other organs strewn about in disarray, so grotesque one could hardly bear to look.

Li Yuannai, standing nearby, was scared to his core, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound, his throat seemingly gripped by an invisible hand. At that moment, the dragon claw illusion grabbed him, powerful suction binding his body tightly.

He twisted his body desperately, trying to break free, but to no avail.

Shi Feiyang clenched his five fingers tightly, and the dragon claw, seemingly alive, instantly tore Li Yuannai to pieces.

Flesh scattered everywhere, severed limbs flew about, some arms landed on distant rooftops, some thighs in the garden among the flowers, staining the once gorgeous blooms a blood-red.

Li Yuanshun witnessed this, desperately writhing to escape this terrible fate.

However, Shi Feiyang’s sword light and dragon claw pursued him like apparitions. The sword light swept through, instantly severing one of Li Yuanshun’s arms, the severed limb trailing spurting blood, arcing through the air before falling to the ground.

He let out a piercing scream, a sound that could echo through the clouds.

Then, the dragon claw grasped his body, twisting forcefully, and his torso shattered like a broken doll.

His head rolled aside, eyes wide open, filled with fear and despair, silently protest against the vanishing of life.

Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, and Li Yuanyou compounded in the air, petrified beyond measure, tears, snot, and urine running together, flowing down their bodies, emitting a pungent odor.

Their bodies shook like sieves, their eyes filled with boundless terror.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes flashed with cold light, once again unleashing the combination move ”Heaven and Earth Aging Together” and ”Dragon Roar Nine Heavens.”

The sword light and dragon claw merged, forming a massive energy vortex, drawing the three into it.

Within this energy vortex, their bodies were shredded into fragments, blood mist permeated, resembling a Human Purgatory.

The blood mist lingered in the air, mourning this brutal slaughter.

On the ground, blood pooled into a sea of red, reflecting Shi Feiyang’s tall and austere figure, resembling a Demon God from Hell at this moment, exuding a chilling aura, controlling the fates of everyone.

After a moment, the aura around Shi Feiyang gradually receded, like a towering mountain slowly withdrawing its formidable presence, and he steadily descended.

The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand, the blade that had feasted on blood, now had blood slowly dripping down its edge, collecting into a crimson puddle on the ground, akin to a mandrake blooming at the edge of Hell, gorgeous yet exuding a deadly aura.

He slowly lifted his head, gazing at the sky, seeing the remnants of those six bodies under the influence of the Bright Jade Technique True Qi vortex, like fallen leaves, like withered petals, swaying in the wind, finally drifting down, scattered across the land soaked with blood.

At this moment, the vast Mingjian Manor had become a giant slaughterhouse.

The place was strewn with remnants, scattered all over every inch of the land, severed limbs lying all around, it resembled a tragic Hell on Earth tableau.

Bloodwater flowed freely, already past the ankles, anyone walking would have their trousers soaked, producing a spine-chilling ”splash-splash” sound. The manor servants and maids, witnessing such bloodshed, were terrified beyond measure, like frightened birds, already having fled without a trace.

Besides innumerable remnants and bloodwater flowing over trousers, Mingjian Manor was a scene of utter silence, no other sound remained, only the breeze passing through, stirring the bloody odor on the ground, making one nearly nauseous.

Xie Wen performed the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique,” his demeanor as nimble as a feather, as ephemeral as smoke, carrying Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong, fluttering down like a wisp of clear breeze.

Guo Xiangyu landed, stunned, her beautiful eyes wide open, filled with shock and fear, the bloody scene before her too overwhelming to comprehend, encapsulated in a terrible nightmare.

Shi Xiong stood dazed beside her, his still youthful face now full of awe, mouth slightly agape, unable to speak for a long time.

Xie Wen, accustomed to such bloody Jianghu slaughters, remained calm, indifferent.

He pondered for a moment, instinctively fetching some candle oil from the back kitchen, skillfully spreading it on the walls, then lighting a torch, a resolute gleam flashing in his eyes as he tossed the torch with force.

A thunderous roar was heard, like a sudden clap of thunder exploding in Mingjian Manor, blazing flames erupted instantly.

The fire spread like a fierce beast, rapidly engulfing the entire Mingjian Manor.

Shi Feiyang sheathed his blade, the motion smooth and natural, evincing a heroic demeanor.

Then, he wrapped a firm arm around Guo Xiangyu, whose body trembled slightly, a blush rising on her face, yet she unconsciously nestled against Shi Feiyang’s chest. Shi Feiyang carried her away, agile as ever, like a heavenly couple.