King of Hundred Victories Saber

Zhong Renwang unleashed twin palms, using the stance ”Crossing the Great River” from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to block Shi Feiyang’s retreat, roaring with deep-seated hatred, ”Shi Feiyang, today is your memorial day!”

A cold glimmer flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes; he suddenly sheathed his saber, executing the move ”Red Cut”, his palms transforming into two Celestial Frost Blades, freezing Zhong Renwang’s iron palms instantly into blocks of ice.

Seizing the moment of shock, Shi Feiyang tapped his toe on the ground, snatched Ding Hong’s Dog-Beating Stick barehandedly, and performed the Dog-Beating Stick Technique’s ”Dog Stabs Sky,” piercing Wu Gun’s throat precisely.

At this moment, Dugu Yan’s sword was approaching his back; without turning, Shi Feiyang reversed the Dog-Beating Stick like a Spiritual Snake, hitting his Chest Acupoint.

Dugu Yan muffled a groan, flew backwards, his purple blade embedding into the ground, surprisingly causing the rock to emit white smoke.

Xie Zhichuan’s Kunlun Flame attacked again, Shi Feiyang gave a long roar, wielding the Celestial Frost Blade, the saber stance ”All Rivers Return to the Sea” stirred the mountain winds, reversing the flames. Xie Zhichuan failed to avoid, swallowed by his own fire, his pitiful scream echoed as flesh and iron limb melted into a charred form.

Nevertheless, the blaze was finally smothered by Xie Zhichuan’s tumbling, he staggered away, his body covered in sores.

Blood Venerable saw the unfavorable situation and transformed into a blood shadow to escape.

Zhong Renwang grabbed Ding Hong’s hand, pulled Li Wuduo, fled in a combined effort, a pair of iron palms continuously trembled, murmuring shakily, ”This Shi Feiyang... is he human or demon?”

The voice faintly came back, Shi Feiyang retracted the Celestial Frost Blade, the bloodstains on the blade instantly crystalized into ice, coldly snorted, ”Zhong Renwang, I am but a lone soul wielding a blade to defend justice in this chaotic world. Hmph!”

With that, he turned towards Flying Tiger Pass, his figure gradually disappearing into the dense night, leaving behind a battlefield strewn with remains and unsolved bloodshed, telling of this thrilling slaughter in the autumn wind.

At 3:45 AM, Broken Soul Cliff was engulfed by ink-like fog, edge stones loomed eerily within, resembling countless vicious ghosts with fangs and claws. Cold winds howled through, stirring waves of rank air, mixed with eerie sobs, like countless wrongful spirits lamenting past tragedies.

Shi Feiyang stood alone at the edge, clad in a dark outfit rustling in the wind, the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist exuding a cold gleam, akin to a lurking beast ready to devour. Among the surging mist, a striking red silhouette gradually emerged.

Yun Wuyue, in a blood-red gauze dress, appeared like an Asura walking out from hell, holding a peacock plume that emitted a ghostly blue glow.

Behind her, Emei Female Hero Su Qinghan was bound in iron chains, her gaze void, a crimson silk snaking around her neck like a venomous serpent, spreading to her cheeks, her pallid face tinged with an eerie rosy hue.

”Hero Shi certainly keeps his promises.” Yun Wuyue’s lips curved into a seductive yet ruthless smile, her voice resonating through the mist, tinged with a bewitching charm, ”Yet I wonder, have you come to Broken Soul Cliff today to rescue, or to meet your end?”

In her heart, waves of surprise surged, with Zhong Renwang and others jointly retreating in defeat, Shi Feiyang’s strength surpassed her imagination.

But strangely, beneath the shock, a sense of admiration arose—from saving a recently acquainted woman and venturing alone into danger, such heroism and courage deserved the title of Hero of the World.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze pierced through layers of fog, locking onto Yun Wuyue’s eyes, loudly declaring, ”Miss Yun, when will mutual retribution end? Yang Yinglong has wreaked havoc, causing the people to be displaced; you act as an accomplice, don’t you feel a shred of guilt? Lay down your hatred, surrender the antidote, I guarantee your safety with my life.”

”Guarantee my safety?” Yun Wuyue laughed wildly, her laughter filled with ridicule and despair, ”In those days, my Yun family was slaughtered by the Imperial Court, leaving none of the elderly, women, and children alive; then, who ensured my family’s safety? Shi Feiyang, you may care for the world, but have you seen the blood and tears of this small woman? Today, I will ensure you watch this Emei beauty’s soul return to the heavens!”

Before finishing her words, Yun Wuyue flicked her fingertips, a red brilliance streaking through.

Su Qinghan suddenly erupted, the Cyan Nether Sword like a serpent emerging from its cave, directly stabbing Shi Feiyang’s throat.

Shi Feiyang remained unfazed, his figure sidestepping like a phantom, while ice-blue True Qi surged in his palm, striking Su Qinghan’s wrist with a snap. The Cyan Nether Sword slipped and fell, but Su Qinghan seemed possessed, emitting a sharp screech, clawing barehandedly at Shi Feiyang.

”Miss Su, pardon me!” A trace of reluctance flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, his fingertips swiftly sealing several acupoints on Su Qinghan’s body.

Su Qinghan’s body shuddered, collapsing to the ground. Yet, the danger was not over.

The peacock plume in Yun Wuyue’s hand suddenly blazed with brilliance, countless poison needles shot towards Shi Feiyang like torrential rain.

Simultaneously, from the cliff below came a chilling sound of bone-crunching, seventy-two blood corpses broke through the earth, their bodies rotten, skin and flesh turning over, exposing eerie white bones, emitting waves of hissing, clawing and pouncing.

Shi Feiyang let out a long cry, the Celestial Frost Blade unsheathed, its blade emanating cold air.

Utilizing the Bright Jade Technique to the ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison” realm, ice-blue True Qi swept out like raging tides. As the saber light flickered, the biting blade aura shattered all poison needles, the foremost corpses chopped into fragments, spilling black blood which condensed into blood mist in the air.

Yet, the blood corpses seemed oblivious to pain, still rushing forward endlessly.

Around Shi Feiyang, ice-blue True Qi circulated, gradually forming a massive vortex of True Qi, chillingly penetrating.

The approaching blood corpses were instantly frozen, their skin crawling with frost, ”crack,” bodies disintegrating into icy shards.

Yun Wuyue increasingly shocked, but refusing to concede, still shouting hoarsely, ”Shi Feiyang, today is your death day! The poison of the Thousand Mechanisms Guide has no antidote, Su Qinghan cannot survive!”

Amid dense fog, Shi Feiyang’s ice-blue True Qi collided intensely with the corpse’s decay, each swing of the Celestial Frost Blade scattered bones everywhere.

Suddenly, a clear silver bell sound pierced the stillness, more dynamic than a mountain stream, more urgent than an echo in a valley.

Guo Xiangyu arrived, her white attire surpassing snow, jasmine gliding through her hair as she swiftly moved, the bamboo saber in her hand yet unsheathed, its scabbard’s silver bell resonating a series of clear tones, using the ”Silver Bell Sound Transmission Technique” from the Nine Yin Scripture taught by Shi Feiyang to break the resonance of the blood corpse’s beetles.

”Husband, I am here!” She lightly tapped the shoulder of a decaying corpse, her posture lighter than a spring swallow’s shadow.

The bamboo saber unsheathed in an instant, ”Xiaoxiang Night Rain”’s gentle saber light poured like Jiangnan’s misty rain, splitting the necks of three corpses with frost-like cracks, the rotten black blood splattering her pure white dress, yet making her all the more determined and radiant.

Shi Feiyang’s pupils contracted, his ice-blue True Qi nearly collapsing from shock and anger: ”Who sent you here? This is Broken Soul Cliff!”

Guo Xiangyu spun away from the corpse’s attack, the bamboo saber weaving a twin lotus-shaped flower in defiance, ”Do you know I awake at midnight, reaching for emptiness beside the bed, my heart about to shatter into powder?”

She slashed away the blood hands reaching for her, silver ornaments in her hair swaying with her heavy breaths, ”You claim to protect the world’s people, but to me, you are my world! Even if Yama Hall lies ahead, I will walk this path with you!”

She said this, already reaching Shi Feiyang’s side, the bamboo saber horizontally blocking and vertically slicing, pushing back surrounding blood corpses three steps, ”First save Miss Su! If anything happens to you, I... I will tear down Broken Soul Cliff to join you in the grave!”

Her hand suddenly seized Shi Feiyang’s blood-stained sleeve, deep love flowing from her eyes, ”Don’t you remember? You said my Hundred Victories Qimen Sancai Saber Technique complements your Bright Jade Technique, so then, if not now to fight side by side, when?”

Shi Feiyang’s throat choked, the Bright Jade Technique suddenly surged by thirty percent, both palms pressing against Su Qinghan’s back. Seeing this, Yun Wuyue’s peacock plume shone with demonic violet light, seventy-two poison needles formed a ”Peacock Display” kill array, surprisingly dyeing ten feet of air indigo.