King of Hundred Victories Saber

Master Tongzhen raised his Zen staff high, golden Sanskrit flashing: ”Amitabha Buddha! Tathagata Demon Subduing!”

The palm print of the ”Tathagata Divine Palm” descended from the sky with the force of ten thousand jun.

Yang Chengye’s pupils shrank suddenly, but he let out a manic laugh: ”Want to kill me? Dream on!” The blood fiend True Qi around him surged threefold, and the Horse-Cutting Saber swung out ”Blood Fiend Heaven-Burning.” In an instant, dark red True Qi transformed into a hundred-foot blood dragon, its body wrapped in piercing ghostly wails; wherever it passed, the earth cracked, the air twisted and deformed, even the clouds in the sky were stained blood red.

”Form the formation!” Shi Feiyang shouted violently, activating the Bright Jade Technique to its peak, icy blue True Qi surged forth like a tsunami. Master Yuan Chi clasped his hands together, golden Buddha light illuminated all directions. The two exchanged a glance, minds in sync, the ”Bright Jade True Aura” and ”Vajra Subduing Demon” collided with a bang.

Icy blue and golden yellow Qi Force exploded in the air, forming a huge vortex that tore the blood dragon to pieces.

The violent wave of Qi spread, knocking over dozens of Netherworld Iron Cavalry, severed limbs and torsos fell like raindrops.

Guo Xiangyu’s bamboo saber quivered lightly, a cold light flickering in her eyes, she shouted: ”Evil cannot suppress righteousness!” She fused the soft force of the ”Flower-Picking Finger” and the fierce saber Qi of the ”Qimen Sancai Saber,” the saber light sometimes soft, sometimes fierce, unpredictable.

The newly created ”Yin Yang Butterfly Shadow Saber” was unleashed, black and white butterfly shadows fluttered, the yin force corroded the chainmail of the Iron Cavalry soldiers, the yang force shattered their tendons and bones. Those struck first had their skin rot, followed by their bones breaking inch by inch, screams echoed across the barren land.

”Meet your end!” Su Qinghan’s Cyan Nether Sword invoked the pure yang force of the Emei Nine Yang Technique, the golden Sword Qi of the ”Nine Yang Heaven-Burning Sword” shone like the sun in the sky, enveloping the remaining Netherworld Iron Cavalry completely. The demon horses touched by the Sword Qi self-ignited instantly, turning to ashes amidst painful neighs; the soldiers’ armor melted, fusing with flesh, creating a scene unbearably tragic.

Seeing the situation as unfavorable, Yang Chengye’s eyes flashed with madness and despair.

He swung the Horse-Cutting Saber, trying to break through, but was blocked by Guo Xiangyu. ”You little girl, dare to block me?”

He roared fiercely.

Guo Xiangyu sneered coldly: ”You are at the end of the road, why not surrender?”

Before the words were finished, the bamboo saber was infused with full Inner Strength, executing ”Rivers Converge at Sea.”

The saber light carried Qi Force combining strength and flexibility, like the Milky Way reversing course, imposing and majestic.

Yang Chengye swung his saber to block, only to hear a crisp snap, the Horse-Cutting Saber breaking inch by inch. The powerful saber Qi did not reduce its momentum, leaving a wound deep enough to see bone on his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of reluctance: ”Impossible... I’m not resigned!” Before finishing, Shi Feiyang’s Celestial Frost Blade already cleaved with the fierce momentum of the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique.”

”Evil cannot defeat righteousness, the Imperial Court’s army will ultimately triumph!” Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, the Celestial Frost Blade executed ”Red Dust Slash,” icy blue True Qi transformed into ten thousand zhang saber light, descending with the force to overturn mountains and seas.

Yang Chengye tried to evade, but was powerless to reverse the situation. The saber light flashed, his body was split in two, blood sprayed like a fountain dyeing the barren land red.

With Yang Chengye’s fall, the Netherworld Iron Cavalry was thrown into chaos. The male warriors of Xiong Ying seized the victory to pursue, their shouts of killing shaking the heavens.

The Inner Power of various sects crisscrossed, icy blue, milky white, golden yellow, and reddish green True Qi intertwined into a magnificent yet cruel tapestry.

On the barren land, blood mixed with toxic fog, severed limbs scattered everywhere, this fierce battle combining the ultimate skills of eight sects finally drew to a close amidst the whistling residual waves of Qi Force. Only the evening breeze swept past, stirring the blood on the ground, telling the thrilling story of this battle between righteousness and evil.

After the initial cessation of the storm, the rebel camp was filled with the heavy scent of blood and the stench of decay. Yang Yinglong sat alone on the tiger skin chair, his lone eye stared at the flickering candle flame, the hideous scar on his face twitched slightly with his breath.

The desk was piled with battle reports, the fresh ink of the word ”defeat” jabbed at his throbbing temples. Outside the tent, intermittent wails of injured soldiers rolling in the mud, bloodstains mixed with rainwater snaked to the tent front, like dark red poisonous snakes.

”Report—!” The messenger stumbled in, his knee struck the bluestone brick heavily, splashing tiny blood flowers, ”Young Master Yang... he died in battle, the Netherworld Iron Cavalry was completely annihilated!” Before the words were finished, Yang Yinglong suddenly stood up, the bone whip ”snap” on the desk, shaking the candlestick over, the flame scorched the battle report into charred marks.

His lone eye was bloodshot, his facial scar turned purple, a bestial growl emanated from his throat: ”Shi Feiyang... Guo Xiangyu... I will pulverize you! Chengye, my son!” Saying this, the iron-blooded warrior actually shed two lines of bloody tears in public.

The tent was dead silent like a grave. Lan Qin’Er curled up in the corner, the poisonous spider’s eyes on the jade bracelet glowed eerily in the shadow. She bit her lip, hesitating repeatedly, finally spoke softly: ”Marshal Yang, at this point, grieving is futile. Now we can only devise another strategy to turn the tide.”

”Another strategy?” Yang Yinglong suddenly turned around, his lone eye shot a devouring fierce light, ”Our army has suffered successive defeats, experts have died or been injured, what other strategy?”

His voice was deep and hoarse, every word seemed squeezed from his chest cavity, carrying unstoppable anger and despair.

Lan Qin’Er spun the jade bracelet, laughed charmingly, breaking the dead silence in the tent: ”Marshal Yang why worry? The Jianghu is vast, experts abound. I happen to know a person, if she can be invited, she will surely turn the tide.”

”Oh?” Yang Yinglong’s eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, ”Quickly say, who has such capability?”

”This person’s name is Yin Jiuniang, known in Jianghu as Poison Lady.” Lan Qin’Er narrated calmly, ”She appears youthful and beautiful, but is actually a sixty-year-old matron. She cultivated the ’Golden Body of Ten Thousand Poisons,’ her entire body extremely poisonous, her breath can kill. Not to mention the Seven Sages of Wudang, the Eighteen Shaolin Stick Monks, even that boy Shi Feiyang won’t fare well before her.”