King of Hundred Victories Saber

Gradually, this feeling of admiration, like a quietly fermenting wine, slowly transformed into a sense of affection in her heart.

Her eyes began to unconsciously reveal a trace of unique tenderness and longing, even amid this bloody battlefield, and the gaze directed afar seemed as though Shi Feiyang stood there, emanating endless brilliance, illuminating her world.

While she vigorously swung the sword in her hand, blocking the storm-like attacks of Beggar Gang Elder Wu Shi, she silently recited in her heart, ”Shi Feiyang, you are so clever and brave. Fighting side by side with you, even if facing mountains of swords and seas of flames, I have no fear. It’s a pity, I may not survive tonight, but I hope you remain well.” As she thought, she couldn’t help but smile, showing a faint smile that was particularly moving amidst the brutal battle.

The disciples of the Northwest Salt Gang were utterly trapped in desperation in this sudden, storm-like fierce attack.

Zhong Renwang, as the Beggar Gang Leader, at this moment showed his despicable and vicious side.

He employed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, unmatched and renowned across Jianghu. Every palm strike carried a force like overturning mountains and seas, the palm wind roaring like a ferocious gale, blowing the surrounding Salt Gang disciples as if they were candles in the wind, swaying on the verge of collapse.

Under his grand and fierce palm force, the Salt Gang disciples felt their chests struck by heavy blows, violently vomiting blood, screaming miserably and falling to the ground, their agonized groans echoing in the blood-soaked heavens, arousing pity yet leaving people powerless.

Xie Zhichuan, the Young Manor Master of Divine Sword Manor, wielded a long sword, showcasing the ”Thirteen Life-taking Swords.” The swordsmanship was fierce, with every sword strike deadly, resembling lightning that suddenly streaked across the night sky, dazzling yet fatally sharp.

In a flash, one Salt Gang disciple was pierced through by his sword, with dark red blood gushing out like a spring, splattering onto the ground, pooling into shocking puddles of blood.

The splattered blood shimmered with an eerie luster under the dim moonlight, the final struggle of fading life.

Dugu Yan, the Manor Master of Mingjian Manor, demonstrated the mysterious ”Evil-repelling Sword Technique.”

His figure floated like a phantom, the sword technique even more elusive and unpredictable, leaving people defenseless.

Under his phantom-like sword, Salt Gang disciples often found themselves beheaded before they could see his silhouette clearly.

His sword, moving like a specter through the crowd, left blood splattered everywhere, severed limbs scattered, the scene extremely bloody and spine-chilling.

Beggars Gang Elders Ding Hong and Wu Zhou, wielding Dog-Beating Sticks, performed the exquisite Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

Their coordination seamless, charging left and right among the Salt Gang disciples as if entering a land without enemies.

The stick technique was ever-changing, sometimes like dragons emerging from the sea, sometimes like serpents spitting venom. Despite the Salt Gang disciples’ fierce resistance, their efforts were like trying to stop a car with a praying mantis, unable to stop the fierce stick technique, they fell tragically under their sticks.

Every shadow of the stick passing was accompanied by a miserable scream, adding yet another cold corpse to the ground, the bloody air growing ever thicker, suffusing the battlefield, making one nearly retch.

”Poisonous Hand Nuwa” Li Wuduo, wielded the Blood Shadow Whip.

In her hands, the whip seemed like a nimble yet fierce blood dragon, freely dancing in the air, emitting a ”whoosh” sound.

Wherever it reached, the bodies of the Salt Gang disciples bore deep blood streaks, their flesh torn, blood dripping. The incessant screams interweaved into a tragic requiem, echoing in the dark night sky, speaking of the fragility and helplessness of life.

Northwest Salt Gang Leader Xue Hong Mountain, seeing his disciples’ bodies torn and killed under the enemy’s sword and blade, felt as if countless steel knives were piercing into his heart, pain reaching the core.

He gazed at this bloody scene, tears welling up in his eyes, burdened with deep regret, feeling as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

Only now did he deeply understand the wisdom and correctness of Shi Feiyang’s decision.

He pondered silently: ”I truly am muddle-headed to the extreme! If I had heeded Grand Squad Leader Shi’s kind advice back then, how would I have ended up in such a wretched state? My brothers under my command have all perished because of my momentary folly; how can I face their families with any dignity?”

Thinking of this, a pang of agony gripped his heart, and a mouthful of fresh blood surged from his throat, ”Poof,” it spurted out, staining his lapel.

However, at this moment, he no longer had the luxury to grieve; with the enemy before him, he forcibly suppressed the pain and regret in his heart, mustering all his power for a life-and-death struggle with the Blood Venerable.

In his eyes were both guilt towards his fallen disciples and anger and hatred towards the enemy; this force supported him, making him stand resolutely in this brutal battle, for his brothers and the Salt Gang, exhausting the last shred of his strength.

The night seemed to be splashed recklessly with ink, dense and heavy like a thick black quilt, tightly wrapping the small hills within. The cold wind resembled a horde of vicious ghosts from the Nine Nether Hell, whistling and sweeping in, with chilling wind blades like countless sharp and icy knives mercilessly slashing at everyone’s skin, causing them to shiver in fear.

This cold wind seemed to be cheering for this bloody massacre, while also lamenting for the lives that had passed away.

”Poison Heart Saint Hand” Ancient Wood emitted an aura that inspired dread, akin to a vicious ghost crawling out from the depths of Hell Abyss, ferociously rushing towards Shi Feiyang.

His hands had long been imbued with the eerie and unfathomable ”Blood Net Hand” cultivation technique, turning them into a horrifying dark red color, like having just been fished out from a sea of blood, still dripping nauseating blood.

The nauseating stench wafted from his palms, akin to the odor emitted by thousands of decomposing corpses piled up and rotting in dark corners, freely drifting in the cool and lonely night sky, causing the surrounding air to seem frozen.

This scent, like a curse of death, inspires fear in the heart, as if stepping into an endless abyss of darkness.

Shi Feiyang witnessed this scene, his expression calm and collected, like the immovable Mount Tai, unwavering even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, his demeanor unaltered. His heart was crystal clear, deeply aware of the malicious and ruthless nature of the ”Blood Net Hand”; the slightest mistake and he would be poisoned, with fatal consequences.

At this moment, he slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the piercing night air, channeling the powerful Bright Jade Technique within him.

In an instant, a magnificent and fierce aura surged forth from within him like a turbulent tide, erupting like a long-dormant volcano poised to explode.

Around him, a faint jade-colored radiance emerged, mild yet possessing a penetrating chill, enveloping him like a Banished Immortal mistakenly falling into the mortal world, yet exuding a formidable majesty that provokes awe.

This light flickered in the darkness, akin to the dawn of hope, offering boundless courage and strength to people.

Just as Zhong Renwang had predicted, Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique power, after cultivating the Holy Heart Technique, and under the blessing of the Sunflower Saintess’ superior bloodline and Xu Fu Immortal Pill, had long surpassed the Bright Jade Technique’s original highest realm—”Infinite Asura.”

But, with his allies and family present, Shi Feiyang dared not escalate the Bright Jade Technique to its highest level; otherwise, if this realm were to freeze over, the Northwest Salt Gang and Xie Wen, Guo Xiangyu, and Shi Xiong in the sky would also be frozen within, becoming mummified remains.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang abruptly raised his right hand, and with a crisp ”clang,” a luminous Celestial Frost Blade had been unsheathed. The blade has a long, straight body with an edge sharp as frost. In the dim and hazy moonlight, it flashed with a chillingly cold brilliance, recounting the countless blood it had drunk and the countless slaughters it had endured.

Shi Feiyang wielded the Celestial Frost Blade, executing the Hundred Victories Saber Technique renowned throughout Jianghu.

His figure blurred like a streak of black lightning, instantly dashing toward Ancient Wood.

The move ”Wrathful Ocean Waves” was unleashed with overwhelming might; the saber light flickered brightly, like tumultuous waves stirred up in the ocean, surging one after another, sweeping towards Ancient Wood with the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning.

Every saber light that sliced through carried immense unmatched power, slicing the surrounding air with a hissing sound; the air yielded to the fierce saber light, emitting sounds of anguished groaning.