King of Hundred Victories Saber

Lu Shi’s folding fan spun urgently, unleashing the ultimate technique ”Jade Fan Shrouding the Sky,” forming a substantial shield of fan shadows.

Shi Feiyang lightly tapped his toes, his figure suddenly soaring three zhang, as the Celestial Frost Blade traced half a silver moon—it was precisely the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” move ”Moon Falling on the Long River!”

The bitterly cold Sword Qi tore through the skies, Lu Shi crossed his arms and applied Iron Palm to withstand it, but heard a crisp ”crack”, as his steel-like arms broke in response! A column of blood shot up, turned into a blood mist before hitting the ground by the cold wind.

Shi Feiyang anticipated his cries, the blade had already pierced his chest, lifting him up and flinging him ten zhang away, crashing into the ”White Banner Hall” banner, the crimson stain instantly devoured the ”white,” and the flagpole collapsed with a roar.

The north wind, wrapped in icy shards, howled by the cliff’s edge, and Lu Wen Tripod’s silver-like hair flew as he wielded his long sword creating seven streaks of cold light—this was the Celestial Mountain Sect’s ultimate skill ”Lonely Bird in the Snow Ridge.” As the Sword Qi surged, thousands of Ice Blades formed from the void, resembling a cascading galaxy, grinding the snow within three zhang into powder.

The Nine Flags Gang leader Zhou Wanjie chuckled hideously, the nine-section steel whip at his waist suddenly lengthened, and the barbed tip emitted a purple-black poisonous mist—it was the long-lost ”Nine Nether Heart-devouring Poison!”

Where the poisonous mist passed, the rocks instantly turned to pus, emitting a nerve-wracking sizzling sound.

Lu Wen Tripod’s pupils shrank suddenly, his long sword swiftly deflected, the Ice Blade collided with the poisonous mist fiercely. In a moment, frost and poison intertwined within a ten-zhang radius, spider-like cracks appeared on the sword body.

Cold air pierced his meridians straight to his heart, even this Celestial Sword Hero couldn’t help but shiver.

Zhou Wanjie seized the opportunity to advance, the steel whip moving like a Spiritual Snake, coiling around Lu Wen Tripod’s long sword. ”Take my ’Nine-Finger Heart-Breaking Hand’!” With a thunderous shout, nine fingers tinged with an ominous blue-purple hue clawed towards his face, producing a piercing whistling sound in the air.

Lu Wen Tripod made a timely decision, abandoned the sword, and flipped his palms, striking out with ”Celestial Mountain Six Yang Palm.”

The collision of two fierce Inner Strengths exploded like a dry thunder, shaking the accumulated snow off the cliff.

Lu Wen Tripod felt as if his internal organs were being hammered, his throat surged with metallic taste, spraying fresh blood, forming a mournful blood mist in the air.

Zhou Wanjie relentlessly pursued his advantage, sweeping low with the steel whip at Lu Wen Tripod.

Lu Wen Tripod employed ”Stepping on Snow Without Trace” lightweight technique to leap, but unexpectedly, the whip tip suddenly twisted into three strands, like venomous snakes coiling his ankle.

”Get down here!” Zhou Wanjie roared, exerting his force to pull.

Lu Wen Tripod fell heavily onto the snow like a broken kite, before he could rise, the steel whip was already wrapped around his neck like an iron chain.

Struggling mightily, his hands desperately gripped the steel whip, veins bulging.

Zhou Wanjie chuckled wickedly, his arms bulging with veins, as he tightened the whip further.

Lu Wen Tripod’s face turned blue-purple, eyes bloodshot, and he emitted wheezing sounds from his throat. At this life-and-death juncture, he suddenly bit down on the whip, blood foam spurting from his teeth, yet refused to let go, embodying the unwavering spirit of a grandmaster.

By now, the cliff’s snow was saturated with blood, forming a mournful tapestry of red and white.

Guo Xiangyu, on Shi Feiyang’s back, cried out, ”Young master, save Elder Lu!”

Shi Feiyang’s eyes nearly split open, as the Celestial Frost Blade transformed into cold lightning, piercing the air.

Zhou Wanjie hastily abandoned Lu Wen Tripod, countering with the steel whip, while shouting, ”Nine Flags, form the ’Netherworld Poison Dragon Array’!”

In an instant, the nine-colored banners danced like demon shadows, poisonous mist surged into a massive dragon shape, completely enveloping the three.

Within the array came heartrending ghost howls, each flash of banner light swept out countless poisonous needles, the snow instantly dyed a bizarre purple-black.

In the Poison Dragon Array, purple fog churned as though the Nine Netherworld flooded the realm.

Shi Feiyang emitted a jade-colored glow all around, the Bright Jade Technique revolving to the eighth level half-realm—the ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison,” snowflakes condensed on his body fell, True Qi burst like a furnace, evaporating the surrounding poisonous mist into plumes of white smoke.

Guo Xiangyu embraced Shi Feiyang’s neck, drops of blood mixed with ice fragments in her hair, yet still whispered in his ear: ”A chivalrous spirit carries righteousness...”

Before this gentle voice faded, the Nine Flags Gang’s poisonous arrows pierced the air, the arrowheads gleaming ghostly blue, the snow they passed instantly corroded into black water.

Shi Feiyang’s Celestial Frost Blade hummed out of its sheath, with its sudden radiance forming nine streaks of cold light, it was an offensive and defensive move in the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique”: ”Golden Dragon Coils Talons.”

The blade shadows swerved like a dragon’s tail, each arc precisely intercepted toxic arrows, metal clashing sounds as dense as tropical rain on banana leaves. He lightly tapped his toes, deploying ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name” lightweight technique, his black cloak traced the Beidou seven-star trajectory in the poisonous mist, his figure erratic, like an apparition.

”Break!” A shout shattered the sky, as the Celestial Frost Blade cleaved with the ”Hundred Victory Saber Technique - Poison-Breaking Three Forms” first move ”Green Pouch Three Forms.” Shi Feiyang’s posture suddenly transformed, sometimes like a fierce tiger pouncing prey, sometimes like a nimble deer leaping, incorporating the bear’s might, ape’s agility, bird’s lightness seamlessly into his blade moves.

Where the sharp Sword Qi passed, the Poison Dragon Array exploded, thirty-nine banner holders with nine-colored banners were ground into mincemeat, one hundred forty-seven severed limbs mixed with ice crystal blood rain falling, painting a grotesque Asura painting on the snow.

By this time, Lu Wen Tripod, being strangled by Zhou Wanjie’s nine-section steel whip, was facing blue-purple, uttering dying wheezing sounds. Shi Feiyang darted like an eagle hunting a rabbit, the Celestial Frost Blade carrying a mountain-cleaving momentum aimed straight for Zhou Wanjie’s heart.

Zhou Wanjie reacted swiftly, twisting his body, the steel whip danced as a Spiritual Snake, colliding with the Celestial Frost Blade, sparking thousands of fire bursts, shaking all the snow within three zhang flying. ”Nine-fingered Yama, you have harmed countless lives, today is your retribution!” Shi Feiyang struck with his left hand using ”Tathagata Divine Palm,” the move ”Auspicious Light Emerging,” golden palm print dazzling, the mighty palm force like a mountain collapsing and the sea surging.