King of Hundred Victories Saber

”Even with insignificant skills, you dare to show off in front of an expert?” Shi Feiyang’s long roar echoed like a dragon’s cry, his figure suddenly morphing into a residual shadow drawing near.

The Celestial Frost Blade instantly transformed into stars in the nine skies, executing the ”Heaven and Earth Both Silent” killer move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

With the flicker of cold light, the protective True Qi of the gray-robed elder shattered like paper, the sleeves tearing apart inch by inch, revealing the menacing scorpion tattoo on his arm.

Yet the scorpion tail hook of the protector on the left shot forth like a venomous snake, aiming straight for the gate of life at the back!

Without turning, Shi Feiyang swung a reverse blade with ”Meteor Chasing Moon,” the blade light like lightning, cutting the scorpion tail hook into two. Blue venom dripped on the ground, instantly corroding a pit a foot deep.

The protector on the right seized the moment to leap forward, the short blade in hand glowing a ghostly green, a weapon imbued with the Seven-Step Intestine-Breaking Powder.

Shi Feiyang advanced instead of retreating, the Celestial Frost Blade pointed directly at the throat’s vital points, forcing the opponent to hurriedly defend.

In the split second of flashing fire and lightning, a cold laugh akin to thunder suddenly resonated in the sky.

The Sect Leader of the Red Scorpion Sect, clad in a crimson robe and wearing a gilded scorpion mask, surrounded by a suffocating pressure, walked through the air: ”Shi Feiyang, even with your extraordinary skills, today your blood will dye the salt field!”

Before the words fell, the sect leader formed nine mysterious seals with both hands, chanting incessantly.

Instantly, dark clouds shadowed the sun, fierce winds swept sand like a galloping army.

From the depths came an unnerving sound, countless crimson scorpion tails broke from the ground, each as thick as a barrel, emitting purple smoke from their pincers, turning salt mountains into toxic swamps where they reached.

Shi Feiyang howled at the sky, the Bright Jade Technique rapidly revolving, forming a True Qi vortex for protection. The Celestial Frost Blade was raised high above his head and slashed down swiftly, a gigantic ice dragon soared, its scales glittering with cold radiance, freezing and shattering scorpion tails wherever it passed, transforming into a rain of ice crystals.

A flash of horror appeared in the sect leader’s eyes, who then struck three palms to deploy the sect’s ultimate skill, the Three Scorpion Soul-devouring Array.

Three towering scorpion-shaped phantoms lunged with claws and teeth bared, the ground collapsing where the giant pincers fell.

Shi Feiyang shouted, the Celestial Frost Blade swung seven times, the blade aura condensing into a colossal ice wheel. As it shredded the phantom in an instant, myriad cold blades burst forth from the wheel’s edge, shredding nearby Red Scorpion Sect followers into a bloody rain. ”Impossible!” The sect leader, in shock and anger, personally entered the fray.

He executed the Scorpion Shadow Illusion Step, his form shifting east and west, the scorpion tail whip like a spiritual snake targeting the lower body’s vital points.

Shi Feiyang responded calmly, the Celestial Frost Blade guarded tightly, the blade light and whip shadow weaving a net of light.

In the heat of battle, Shi Feiyang abruptly seized a gap in the opponent’s technique, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, ”The Incomparable”!

A golden blade light streaked across the sky, seemingly intending to cleave the heavens and earth, locking the sect leader in blade aura, leaving him unable to evade.

Amid a piercing scream, the sect leader was split in half, blood spouted like a fountain, staining the snowy salt piles a grim dark red.

The setting sun wept blood, dyeing the western sky a strange purple-red hue, the twilight clouds like torn brocade, floating powerlessly across the horizon.

On the salt field, corpses piled like mountains, the blood and white salt already congealed into dark red lumps, gleaming faintly in the dusk, like countless sinister scars, narrating the fierce slaughter just occurred.

The air was thick with a nauseating sweet and salty scent, mixed with the stench of rotting flesh and the acrid poison mist, every breath seeming like the taste of death. The shattered limbs and twisted faces under the blood-red sunset appeared particularly eerie and terrifying.

The dead Red Scorpion Sect followers, some with wide eyes, dying without closing them; some with mouths agape, exposing ghastly white teeth, as if still emitting their final screams; some covered in poisonous sores and wounds, flesh curling, revealing skeletal bones, wounds still oozing black-purple venom. On the salt piles, dark red blood trails snaked like serpents, pooling in depressions to form small blood ponds.

A breeze stirred, lifting salt grains and blood crusts on the ground, creating a rustling sound, as if countless wrongful souls were sobbing softly.

In the distance, several bodies half-buried in salt piles revealed only half of their figures, swaying gently with the wind, like ghosts drifting about.

Shi Feiyang stood tall at the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the Celestial Frost Blade unstained by blood, yet exuding an intimidating aura.

His dark cloak billowed in the wind, his silhouette elongated by the evening sun, casting over the littered corpses like a War God from Hell. ”Let mountains and rivers bear witness, sun and moon be the testament!” His voice resounded across the entire salt field, carrying infinite majesty and dominance, ”Anyone who dares oppress the people, even with a vast army, I, Shi Feiyang, shall crush their lair! Today’s battle serves as a warning to all villains of the world!”

This voice, like a thunderclap in the skies, dispelled the gloom in the air, dispelled the eerie terror enveloping the salt field.

”My lord!” A voice full of endless worry and tenderness pierced this dead silence.

Guo Xiangyu, like a delicate flower swaying in the wind, her skirt fluttering, rushed toward Shi Feiyang without a care.

Her hair already disheveled, yet unable to hide her captivating face, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety and concern, tears brimming in her eyes.

She flung herself into Shi Feiyang’s arms, hugging him tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear. ”My lord, are you hurt? Xiangyu’s heart is breaking...” Her voice carried a sob, soft and tender, each word laden with deep emotion.