King of Hundred Victories Saber

In that instant he understood: the ”Five Poison Scripture” that Shi Feiyang had tossed back to the Five Poison Sect Sect Leader Lan Xiaodie earlier was definitely not the real one, absolutely a fake. The real ”Five Poison Scripture” was still in Shi Feiyang’s hands, and moreover, the real ”Five Poison Scripture” had already been cultivated by Shi Feiyang’s various wives; with Yili’s level of martial cultivation, after practicing the ”Five Poison Scripture”, her power had become even more terrifying.

It seemed that in this battle tonight, I, Zhong, had once again schemed to the utmost, only to miscalculate and cost Qingqing her life instead.

Tch! That dog-bastard Shi Feiyang is really too cunning. How the hell is he even craftier than his old man here?

The north wind howled, carrying shards of ice; blood mist boiled around Uma’s body, and the Black Wing Tattoo at her neck twisted like a living thing.

She threw her head back in a long howl, her voice shrill like a night owl; the Asura Bone Whip lashed out suddenly, nine streaks of black light tore through the air, condensing in midair into a Rakshasa phantom with a blue face and fanged maw. Each phantom opened its bloody mouth wide, spewing black mist reeking of rotten flesh; wherever it passed, the piled snow instantly turned into blood-red ice crystals, while wisps of blue smoke rose from the ground.

Just then, a dragon-like roar echoed from the city wall.

Shi Feiyang stepped according to the positions of the seven stars, white mist swirling around him like a reversed Milky Way—the perfected state of the Bright Jade Technique, ”Jade Firmament Purified.”

The Celestial Frost Blade slid from its sheath in his hand; the ancient runes of the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” along the blade flared suddenly, casting his features in a frosty, austere light.

He unleashed the move ”Frosted Skies Blot Out the Sun”; the saber light swept across like a half-disc of Silver Moon, and the bone-piercing chill instantly froze the black mist into countless icicles.

The icicles shattered as they fell, ringing crisply; mingled with the distant crunch of breaking bones, it formed a soul-stirring death battle song.

Liao Pei advanced with the Nine Palace Bagua Steps, his arms stretching and retracting like Spiritual Snakes; the Long Arm Fist technique ”White Snake Flicks Its Tongue” struck straight for Uma’s throat. Western Holy Sect Incense Altar Master Hong Baolian sprang in from the flank with a shrill screech; ten fingers glinted with dark light, green fluid seeping from beneath her nails to drip onto the snow. The bluestone beneath was instantly corroded into deep pits that sizzled and smoked.

This move ”Rotten Bone Chicken Claw” fused the Western Poison Technique with the Five Poison Sect Secret Technique, vicious and insidious to the extreme.

Lie Quan’s Heaven and Earth Saber suddenly hummed, the Eight Trigrams Runes flowing along the blade bursting into dazzling light as he executed the ”Qiankun Eight Array Saber”; the saber light transformed into Eight Trigrams phantoms, dispelling Hong Baolian’s assault in its entirety.

When the back of the blade struck her wrist bone, sparks flew in all directions; the clash of metal rang so loud it made everyone’s eardrums ache. ”What a variant of the ’Nine Yin White Bone Claw’! Unfortunately, before the Sect’s Blade Technique of my Heroic Sakura Association, it’s nothing but showing off an ax before a master carpenter!”

Within the surging blood mist, Wu Zhong’s robe snapped and fluttered, the veins bulging at his temples like twisted serpents.

When he thrust his palms forward, a phantom of a Three-headed Angry-eyed Vajra appeared in his palms; wherever the wind of the Demon Subduing Palm passed, the piled snow instantly melted into blood, and the ground collapsed with a boom into a blood pit several meters deep.

Western Holy Sect Incense Altar Master Diao Liao’s Chicken’s Claw Technique sent claw shadows filling the sky; five talons carved five bloody furrows through the void itself, even ripping the air apart with ear-piercing shrieks.

Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber suddenly transformed into a myriad of butterfly shadows. With a soft ”click” from the hidden compartment within the blade, seven Bone-Piercing Nails shot out in the formation of the Beidou Seven Stars. This move ”Seven Fiends Bone-Piercing Saber” was a finishing technique she had created herself; the tips of the nails shimmered with a poisonous blue, and when they collided with Diao Liao’s claw shadows, bursts of violet sparks exploded. The venom spread swiftly along the claw marks; Diao Liao let out a miserable scream as half his arm dissolved into pus in an instant.

Diao Liao hastily leapt back more than a hundred steps, yanking from his inner pocket the antidote unique to the Western Holy Sect. He raised his head and gulped it down, neutralizing the corruption on his arm.

Uma’s Asura Bone Whip coiled toward Liao Pei’s neck like a Spiritual Snake, yet Liao Pei suddenly grinned wide; his arms lengthened a full three feet as he unleashed the Long Arm Fist ultimate ”Arms Like Apes,” reversing his grip to seize her vital acupoint at the life gate.

At the last critical instant, Uma tore off the black feather at her neck, turning into a cloud of blood mist to escape; the skull on the Bone Whip exploded with a thunderous boom, and as poisonous smoke billowed, Zhong Renwang had already formed a hand seal, casting the long-lost Beggar Gang ”Eight-Step Toad Chasing Illusion Array.”

In a flash, dark clouds swallowed the moon; in the wind and snow came the shouts of ten thousand Beggar Gang members, as if legions of troops and horses were pressing in from all sides.

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, the Celestial Frost Blade sweeping out a move, ”Horizontal Sweep,” wherever the saber qi passed, the Illusionary Array shattered inch by inch like thin paper.

He stepped on the Supreme Lightness Technique ”A Thousand Miles Without a Trace,” his figure turning into a streak of white rainbow, in an instant cutting off Uma’s retreat.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the remnant snow on the city wall, his dark cloak snapping in the wind like a war banner.

He cast a cold gaze at the ”Eight-Step Toad Chasing Illusion Array” unleashed by Zhong Renwang; only to see dark clouds blot out the moon, ten thousand phantoms howling toward him through the wind and snow, like armies and warhorses pressing down upon the borders.

Before his cold snort had faded, the Celestial Frost Blade had already turned into a silver rainbow as it left its scabbard, the ancient runes of the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” upon the blade blazing with light. With one move ”Horizontal Sweep” deployed, the fierce saber qi cleaved heaven and split earth; wherever it passed, the Illusionary Array actually shattered inch by inch like thin paper, the phantoms within the formation crumbling to dust and dispersing. Immediately after, Shi Feiyang’s feet trod the Supreme Lightness Technique ”A Thousand Miles Without a Trace,” his figure becoming a white rainbow that tore through the air, and in the blink of an eye he had already cut off Uma’s retreat.

The cold gleam of the Celestial Frost Blade reflected his face, austere as ice; the killing intent in his eyes had condensed into substance, like two venom-tempered sharp blades: ”You dog thieves, the moment you stepped into Wulang City, you stepped into your own snare. Tonight, not a single one of you will walk out alive!”

Before the words fell, saber light flashed like lightning, and a line of blood swept across Uma’s shoulder.

Uma let out a shrill scream, staggering as she crashed to the ground, blood gushing like a fountain, blooming into妖艳的血花 upon the snow.

She scrambled and rolled away in panic, leaving behind a winding trail of blood. At this moment, several Altar Masters of the Western Holy Sect charged in with furious shouts, their ten fingers suddenly lengthening three inches, nails glinting with blue-black ghostly light—this was none other than the Sect’s peerless art, ”Chicken’s Claw Technique.”

White mist around Shi Feiyang’s body suddenly surged and boiled, Bright Jade Technique circulating to the realm of transformation, the vortex formed by True Qi exuding a powerful suction, actually drawing in every strand of palm force that they struck out. His robe billowed, his twin palms brushed lightly, and the few Altar Masters instantly flew backward like kites with their strings cut; those proud ”chicken claw” talons twisted and warped within the invisible Qi Force.

Before they even hit the ground, Shi Feiyang was already upon them like a ghost, the Celestial Frost Blade carving out the killing move ”Raging Sea, Shocking Waves.”

In that split second, the saber light became a sky-burying tidal wave, within the crisscrossing saber qi there seemed to be the sound of dragons roaring.

With several crisp ”crack”s, the Altar Masters were cut in half at the waist before they could even cry out in misery.

The upper halves of their corpses were hurled into the air, blood pouring down like a stream, while their lower halves still maintained the posture of charging forward, stumbling a few steps on the snow before crashing heavily to the ground.

In an instant, severed limbs and broken arms littered the snowy ground, blood mingling with shattered ice and freezing into dark-red crystals, gleaming with eerie ghostly light beneath the moon.

Shouts of slaughter, the clash of weapons, and the shattering of bone wove together into a savage war-song; the enmity between the Heroic Sakura Association and the Western Holy Sect, beneath the walls of Wulang City, had reached its bloodiest reckoning.

Shi Feiyang stood upright in the sea of blood, the Celestial Frost Blade unstained by a drop, a chilling aura radiating from his whole body, like an Asura risen from Hell.

The north wind swept up icicles like thousands of silver needles, making the battlements of Wulang City rattle and shiver. Zhong Renwang gazed at Shi Feiyang’s figure standing proudly in the blood pool, the hand gripping his bamboo staff faintly trembling, fear and hatred intertwining in his eyes, like a venomous snake wavering before it flicks out its tongue.

Suddenly, there came the clash of metal in midair; Xiao Lingling’s feet trod the Lightweight Technique ”Swallow Three Dips in Water,” her dual blades weaving seven blossoms of silver flowers. Moonlight flowed over her pretty face, setting her Liu Mei bristling like cold blades, her apricot eyes wide like poison-tempered arrows. Her tightly pressed cherry lips had turned bluish-pale, yet the corners of her mouth carried a trace of scornful smile; the silver bell in her hair chimed sharply as her body spun fast, like a death-summoning funeral bell.

Uma staggered as she pushed herself up from the blood pool, black blood seeping from the tears in her black robe, the Black Wing Tattoo on her neck twisting like a living thing with each ragged breath.

She suddenly yanked open her collar, revealing the dark-red curse mark on her collarbone, a night-owl shriek rasping from her throat: ”You damned slut, you dare provoke me? Today is the day of your death anniversary!”

Her Asura Bone Whip cracked out in a violent lash, the nine skull heads simultaneously baring their fangs; the black mist they spat turned the piled snow instantly into boiling blood. Shi Feiyang saw that although Xiao Lingling’s dual blades wove an impenetrable net, she was gradually losing ground beneath Uma’s Asura Bone Whip; at once, he trod the Supreme Lightness Technique ”A Thousand Miles Without a Trace,” his figure becoming a white rainbow, and the cold gleam borne by the Celestial Frost Blade cleaved the night in two.