King of Hundred Victories Saber

That movement, though gentle, carried an undeniable resolve, as if declaring to the world that he would spare no effort, using his life to protect Xue Qiuchun’s safety.

Xue Qiuchun felt that all-too-familiar aura of Shi Feiyang, her heart filled with surprise and joy, finally finding steadiness.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze like the bright stars in the night sky, lively and captivating, looking at Shi Feiyang with deep affection.

Her eyes were full of gratitude and admiration, so intense that it seemed about to overflow.

At this moment, in her world, all the dangers of the world had quietly disappeared, leaving only Shi Feiyang, descending like a deity, rescuing her from peril. She couldn’t help but extend her hands, tightly embracing Shi Feiyang’s neck, burying her face deeply into his chest, as if wanting to merge with him.

She softly murmured, ”Young Master Shi, you’ve finally come. I knew you would come to save me. In this world, you are my reliance, my everything. Without you, I truly don’t know what I would do...”

Her voice was gentle and trembling, filled with endless affection and dependency.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze suddenly became sharp as an eagle’s.

That gaze seemed capable of seeing through everything, like two cold beams, piercing straight at Wu Shi.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his chest rising high, as if absorbing the Spiritual Qi of the heavens and earth.

Activating the immense power of the Bright Jade Technique within him, his whole body emitted a vast and piercing aura, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to strike, or like a chilling pond under a fierce wind, the cold emanating everywhere.

Wherever this aura reached, the surrounding air coagulated, and a thin layer of frost gradually appeared on the ground.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang executed the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” that shook the Jianghu, unleashing the move ”Red Dust Slash” with great force.

In a flash, saber shadows flew, like countless lightning bolts weaving and colliding in the air, shining so brightly that it was almost blinding. The saber Qi surged everywhere, with a force like overturning mountains and seas, crushing everything in its path, rushing towards Wu Shi.

Wherever the saber Qi reached, the air seemed to be wantonly sliced into countless pieces by an invisible giant hand, emitting a ”sizzling” sound.

Deep grooves were carved into the ground by the saber Qi, dirt flew, and vegetation was instantly severed, leaving a scene of devastation.

Seeing this, Wu Shi was greatly shocked, like a frightened bird, with a flicker of panic in his once fierce eyes.

But as a Beggar Gang Elder, having struggled through the Jianghu for many years, the stubbornness and unwillingness in his bones made him dare not retreat in the slightest.

He gritted his steel teeth, his face dark as ink, thinking to himself, ”This Shi Feiyang truly lives up to his reputation, if I don’t fight with all my might today, I fear this place will be my grave.” Immediately, he hurriedly performed the ”Turning Word Technique” from the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, trying to divert Shi Feiyang’s terrifying power and sharp saber Qi.

Only to see him rapidly waving the Dog-Beating Stick in his hand, his body flickering like a ghost, launching ”Evil Dog Bites Back” and ”Quick Strike on Dog’s Rear” in succession, each move carrying the unique charm of the Beggar Gang’s Dog-Beating Stick Technique, robust yet agile, fierce yet containing hidden mysteries.

The Dog-Beating Stick fluttered up and down in his hands, bringing about a whistling wind, trying to find a sliver of life in Shi Feiyang’s tide-like onslaught.

However, how could Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique be something ordinary people could withstand?

The True Qi of the Bright Jade Technique within him seemed to form a massive, unfathomable vortex, continuously propelling the bone-chilling aura toward Wu Shi’s acupuncture points all over his body.

Wu Shi only felt a bone-chilling coldness, like a surging undercurrent, rapidly spreading from his soles to his entire body.

Wherever it passed, his muscles instantly cramped, as if being brutally twisted by invisible hands, his meridians pierced like being stabbed simultaneously by countless steel needles, agonizingly painful.

His face instantly turned pale as paper, sweat as large as beans rolling down his forehead, unable to suppress groans of pain.

His once nimble hands gradually stiffened, and his feet grew numb, as if filled with lead and unbearably heavy.

The Dog-Beating Stick Technique, once exquisite and unpredictable, now became clumsy, with flaws riddled between moves, like a toddler learning to walk, seeming powerless under Shi Feiyang’s mighty onslaught.

How could Shi Feiyang let go of such a fleeting opportunity?

A resolute gleam flashed in his eyes.

Within that determination, there was anger towards evil and a steadfast adherence to justice, like flames burning, never extinguishing.

The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand was raised high again, the light on the blade shimmering even more brightly, dazzling. His gaze steady, he looked at Wu Shi and said coldly, ”You vile thief, guilty of countless crimes, today is your day of death. How can this Jianghu allow you unprincipled thieves to run rampant?”

Then, Shi Feiyang fiercely swung his blade, this strike, carrying Shi Feiyang’s entire fury and unwavering determination, with the momentum to cut down all the evils in the world, restoring clarity to the world.

A ”crack” echoed, startlingly loud in the eerily silent night sky, like thunder across the heavens and earth.

Wu Shi didn’t have time to react before being sliced into seventy-two pieces by the boundless saber Qi from Shi Feiyang’s unassailable slash. Instantly, blood splattered, flesh flew, the scene grotesquely bloody.

Wu Shi’s severed limbs scattered on the ground, appearing particularly eerie and terrifying under the dim moonlight.

The splattering blood shone with a sinister glow in the moonlight, a struggle after the eradication of evil.

At this moment, Guo Xiangyu hung in mid-air, in this chaotic bloody world, relatively safe, but her heart seemed tightly tethered by an invisible string to Shi Feiyang, never letting go for a second.

Her bright eyes, like two dazzling stars, anxiously searched the ground for Shi Feiyang’s figure in the dim night.

Every time her gaze swept across the battlefield, it was full of hope and unease, like searching for a lighthouse in the vast ocean.

Finally, when she spotted Shi Feiyang’s familiar upright figure, a complex mix of joy and worry flashed across her eyes.

The joy bloomed like the first flower of spring in her eyes, but the worry, like thick clouds, quickly shrouded her eyes. Her lips quivered slightly, resembling flower petals swaying in the breeze, softly murmuring, ”Young master, you must stay safe. Ever since Xiangyu first laid eyes on you, this heart seems to have been enchanted by you, unable to leave. This terrifying, nightmarish battle wrenches Xiangyu’s heart every moment. You must protect yourself well, Xiangyu is willing to use everything, even her life, to ensure your safety. As long as you are unscathed, Xiangyu will have no regrets...”

Her voice, gentle as a spring breeze, yet full of resolve, appeared so faint in the chaotic bloody cacophony of the world, yet so heartfelt, as if piercing through all the noise, directly into Shi Feiyang’s heart.

Her gaze, fixed tightly on Shi Feiyang, unwilling to shift for even a moment, sought to build an invisible, unbreakable wall of protection for Shi Feiyang with her deep gaze, shielding him from all dangers.

On the ground, Shi Feiyang released Xue Qiuchun, looking at her with firm yet gentle eyes.

That gaze was like the warm sunlight of spring, filled with endless care.

He said in a deep voice, ”Miss Xue, please protect yourself well, do not get involved in this Asura Hell-like slaughter. Leave the remaining thieves to me, I will ensure they pay the most painful price for today’s heinous crimes.”

Xue Qiuchun was filled with worry over the distressing situation, her gaze urgently scanning the surroundings.

At that moment, she inadvertently glimpsed Xue Hong Mountain being repeatedly struck by the Blood Venerable, coughing up blood continuously. Xue Hong Mountain’s face was pale as paper, bloodless, blood oozing from his mouth, the crimson drops staining his clothes alarmingly.

His figure swayed unsteadily, seemingly about to be toppled by a light breeze, evidently severely injured internally.

Seeing this, Xue Qiuchun couldn’t help but cry out, ”Go save my father!” Her voice was filled with terror and urgency, resembling the cry of a frightened deer in a desperate situation, carrying endless helplessness and deep concern for her father.