King of Hundred Victories Saber

He immediately performed the ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name” Mysterious Lightness Technique, the Celestial Frost Blade swirling in multiple arcs, slicing the oncoming scorpion-tailed people in half at the waist.

But bizarrely, what gushed from the severed opening was not blood, but hundreds of venomous spiders the size of fingernails, climbing frantically along the blade.

”Mere child’s play!” Shi Feiyang roared, channeling his Bright Jade Technique to the extreme, and the chill emanating from the blade froze the venomous spiders into ice beads.

He stepped onto the positions of the Beidou constellation, unleashing the lethal move ”Star Fall Nine Heavens” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. Nine golden arcs of sword light descended like meteors, instantly slicing three masked men into pulp.

Yet the remaining enemies grew even more frenzied, tearing off their own limbs and hurling the flesh into the air, where it coalesced into a gigantic miasmic giant.

In the sky, Guo Xiangyu was shielded by Xie Wen within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. Seeing Shi Feiyang surrounded, she bit her lip in anxiety: ”My lord, use ’Heaven and Earth in Silence’!” But before her words fell, the miasmic giant swung its massive, tumor-laden palm, twisting the air in its path.

A tumultuous flow of True Qi surged around Shi Feiyang, as he suddenly plunged the Celestial Frost Blade into the ground, shouting, ”Ice Soul Cold Prison: Ten Thousand Tribulations Return to Ruins!”

In an instant, all the snow and ice within a hundred-zhang radius transformed into chains of ice crystal, soaring up to pierce the heavens.

The miasmic giant let out earth-shaking roars, yet the chains pierced its body, and amidst the agony, it exploded violently.

Leveraging the force, Shi Feiyang launched into the air, simultaneously thrusting with the Celestial Frost Blade and the Divine Dragon Claw. The peerless killing move ”Heaven and Earth in Silence” was unleashed once more!

The golden blade light and the azure dragon shadows intertwined into the Yin Yang Fish. Wherever they passed, the masked men couldn’t even scream before being ground to dust.

At that moment, only Shi Feiyang remained standing on the snowy plain. His clothes were tattered, stained with black blood and poisonous ichor, yet he stood as upright as a pine.

Xie Wen descended gracefully, carrying Shi Xiong and pulling Guo Xiangyu along.

Guo Xiangyu broke free from the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net and plunged into Shi Feiyang’s embrace, soaking his clothes with tears: ”My lord, you scared Xiangyu to death...”

Shi Feiyang gently wiped away her tears, gazing into the distance: ”This is merely the beginning. The Jianghu is in turmoil. Now that I’ve wielded this Celestial Frost Blade, I must ensure the world’s peace.” At that moment, the distant sound of a horn resonated, and yet another shadowy figure advanced toward the snowy plain.

Shi Feiyang tightened his grip on the Celestial Frost Blade, his gaze growing ever more resolute, as he pushed Guo Xiangyu into Xie Wen’s Celestial Silkworm Silk Net.

Xie Wen deployed the Feixu Qingyan Technique, pulling Guo Xiangyu up, carrying Shi Xiong, and once more rising into the sky.

Bloody remnants had yet to cool upon the snowy ground when the air was suddenly pierced by the gut-wrenching sound of bones contorting.

To their horror, the twelve masked men’s corpses began to twitch grotesquely within the pool of blood, with inky-green fluid seeping from beneath their bronze masks, carving hideous holes into the white snow below.

Shi Feiyang’s pupils contracted sharply as he swiftly shielded Guo Xiangyu behind him, the Celestial Frost Blade shimmering with a dazzling azure light—those bodies, supposedly lifeless, rose once more with unnatural poise, countless dark shadows quivering beneath their skin like ensnared marionettes imbued with malevolent spirits.

”Blood Puppet Technique!” Xie Wen shouted from above with alarm, ”They’ve turned themselves into living corpses using Western Regions’ dark sorcery!”

No sooner had the words been spoken when a masked man’s neck twisted at an eerie angle, fingers elongating three inches, with fingernails gleaming a ghastly blue, laced with corpse venom, aimed directly at Shi Feiyang’s back. Shi Feiyang whirled around, his blade clashing with a resounding clang, fending off the ambush, only to see that where the blade made contact, the blood clung like pitch, corroding the runes engraved upon its surface. In that fleeting moment, all twelve blood puppets erupted into inhuman shrieks, their bodies enwrapped in violet-black miasma.

They abandoned their scimitars in favor of transforming their arms into serpentine poisonous stingers, scorpion tails barbed like hooks, and some even launched volleys of bone arrows from their mouths.

Shi Feiyang moved like lightning, executing the ”Dragon Form Seven Steps,” weaving through the miasmic shadows, each swing of his Celestial Frost Blade unleashing a bloody rain in its wake, yet the wounds inflicted upon the blood puppets writhed rapidly, healing in an instant as if untouched.

Guo Xiangyu, in agonized urgency, called out tremulously: ”My lord, strike their Baihui Acupoint!”

In the critical moment, Shi Feiyang roared, the Divine Dragon Claw tearing through the miasma, five beams of azure light shooting forth like dragons breaching the sea, targeting the crowns of the blood puppets.

With a crisp ”crack,” the crown of a blood puppet’s skull shattered, fetid brain matter gushing forth, until it toppled over, lifeless.

However, this fleeting victory provoked an even more frenzied counterattack.

The leading blood puppet suddenly tore open its chest, stuffing its comrades’ dismembered limbs inside, its form swelling to three zhang in height, as if inflated like a balloon.

It opened its giant maw, lined with fangs, unleashing a canopy of venomous mist that melted ice peaks and made the ground bubble beneath its approach.

Shi Feiyang summoned the Eighth Layer of Mingyu Technique, enveloping himself in a white fog that solidified into an icy armor, the Celestial Frost Blade raised aloft, its runic inscriptions glowing intensely.

Instantly, the blistering blade aura transformed into a hundred-zhang ice dragon, colliding headlong with the venomous fog. The earth reverberated with deafening thunder; wherever the ice dragon passed, the bodies of the blood puppets froze gradually, ultimately shattering like Liuli glass, raining down as a myriad of ice crystals.

The gigantic blood puppet let out a roar of anguish, but under the ice dragon’s onslaught, it vanished without a trace, not even a scream escaping as it was utterly annihilated, with blood dripping along the Celestial Frost Blade. The rumble of the dissipating ice dragon was still echoing when a dull tremor emerged from the ground.

Shi Feiyang swiftly retreated, eyes wide as the snowy plain where battle had ensued abruptly ripped open. Countless chains erupted from the earth, each chain end coiling around a pitch-black iron ball, shattering the ice layers in their wake.

Dozens of figures emerged between the chains, clad in dark red combat attire, their faces covered by bronze half-masks, the scimitars in their hands carved with sinister runes—these were the elite Death Warriors of the Ningxia Red Scorpion Sect.

”What an incredible two-birds-with-one-stone scheme!” Instinctively, Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique surged to protect him, enveloping his entire body with a mist of white, the Celestial Frost Blade emanating a fierce cold light.