King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shan Zhi’s plum blossom dart pouch suddenly unfolded, releasing twelve silver rays that drew ghostly arcs through the air.

The cultists clutching barrels of gunpowder hadn’t yet approached when they were precisely pierced into their major acupoints, standing rigidly for a moment before collapsing heavily, black blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

However, the red-clothed cultists showed no fear of death; more people surged out from the galleries surrounding the blood pool, the poison on their scimitars reflecting an eerie blue in the twilight.

Shi Feiyang pushed both palms forward, using the ”Heaven’s Edge” technique from the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” as nine golden saber energies spun like wheels, cutting scimitars into pieces wherever they went, the bodies of the red-clothed cultists scattering like falling leaves. Where the palm’s wind passed, the green bricks exploded, cultists within three feet had their heart veins shattered, bleeding from the seven orifices and dying.

He lightly tapped the skull pillar at the blood pool’s edge with the tip of his toe, leaping ghost-like onto the altar’s high stage.

In the blood pool’s center, the Red Robe Sect Leader sat cross-legged on a platform built of bones, surrounded by crimson chains, with each chain strung with children’s skulls. The leader’s voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell: ”Shi Feiyang, you came at the right time! Today, allow me to show you the ’Blood Sacrifice Heaven-Burning Array’ of my Red Robe Sect!”

The blood pool suddenly boiled, countless blood-colored tentacles burst from the ground, where they passed, the bluestone was corroded into deep pits.

Lan Xiaodie gave a delicate shout, using the ”Butterfly Shadow Step” to weave through the blood rain, the Green Phosphorus Sword cutting strange arcs, the five poison totems on the sword emitting a ghostly light. Each time the sword edge touched a tentacle, purple smoke rose, and the tentacle emitted a sharp wail like a baby’s cry.

As the fierce battle raged on, Shi Xiong suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold behind him.

He turned to look, only to see the ”Blood-handed Asura,” one of the four Red Robe Sect Protectors, holding a poisoned hook rope, its tip glowing a dim blue, leaving black traces in the air wherever it passed.

Shi Xiong wanted to evade but found his steps feeble after a long battle.

At the critical moment, Lan Xiaodie charged forward like a purple swallow. Her white sleeves billowed like sails, forcefully shielding Shi Xiong. The hook rope pierced through the sleeve, leaving a deep blood scar on her shoulder, with the poison spreading instantly, her face turning blue-purple.

Shi Xiong’s eyes were full of rage, sweeping the White Rainbow Treasure Sword to unleash the killing move ”God-Slaying Extinct Sweep,” forcing Blood-handed Asura back three steps.

Lan Xiaodie, with black blood spilling from her lips, still managed to smile and said, ”We... are comrades fighting side by side...”

Before finishing her sentence, she collapsed into Shi Xiong’s arms.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s chest filled with volcanic anger.

He activated the Bright Jade Technique to the ”Infinite Asura’s Human Purgatory,” his body enveloped in ice-blue true qi that soared three feet, condensing into an ice dragon between heaven and earth!

The ice dragon roared, charging towards the Blood Sacrifice Heaven-Burning Array, exploding blood-colored tentacles wherever it passed, red-clothed cultists instantly frozen into ice sculptures, accumulating into a glittering mountain of corpses on the ground.

With a sharp glare, Shi Feiyang summoned the ”Shock Eye Tribulation” Divine Skill with a thought, sweeping his keen gaze across the heaps of corpses, which instantly scattered apart and cracked into countless ice fragments.

”Sun and Moon Shine Together!” Shi Feiyang pushed both palms forward, using the strongest killing move of the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” two enormous golden saber shadows descended like Mount Tai, carrying an obliterating momentum, reducing the Red Robe Sect Leader along with the blood pool to dust.

With a deafening crash, the central altar of the Red Robe Sect collapsed, bricks and rubble falling like raindrops.

Shi Feiyang leapt down from the high stage, holding the unconscious Lan Xiaodie, surveying the devastation on the ground, his eyes flashing coldly, ”Though today’s battle is won, Miss Lan is injured, causing me distress. But as long as I, Shi Feiyang, am here, I will certainly address all injustices in the Jianghu and restore peace under the sky!”

He turned to look at the moon just rising on the horizon, ice-blue true qi circulating in his palm, seemingly preparing for the next slaughter.

The evening deepened, and the members of the Heroic Sakura Association gathered round.

Miao Menlong administered the antidote for Lan Xiaodie, while Xie Wen circled above the ruins like a falcon, watching the ground closely for any overlooked fish. In the distance, the bonfires lit by the people of Bozhou twinkled and illuminated this land, returned once more to tranquility.

The rain in Guan City had cleared, the congealed blood scabs on the bluestone reflected an eerie dark purple in the sunlight. Shi Feiyang’s dark attire, muddied by water, lightly tapped the ground, the pooled water condensed into fine ice crystals. Embracing the continuous battle spirit of fearing neither pain nor fatigue, he walked amidst the broken walls and ruins, suddenly feeling a hollow echo from his boot soles, as though someone was knocking below the Nine Netherworld at a coffin.

”Everyone, move back!” Shi Feiyang shouted, his roar shaking the snow from the eaves, running the Bright Jade Technique to its limit, the ice-blue true qi in his palm slithering like a spiritual snake into the brick cracks. From three feet underground came the trembling of metal, awakening a hidden danger that’s been sealed for hundreds of years. He leapt into the cellar, the rotting wood ladder underfoot emitting a dying groan, the smell of mildew mixed with rust rushing at him, choking his throat with a salty taste.

At the moment the Fire Stick illuminated, cold glints rolled in the dim yellow glow.

Shi Feiyang’s pupils contracted—seven pitch-black iron balls lay quietly in the web-filled corners, each the size of a watermelon, surrounded by dark red fuses, with protruding ridges resembling a demon’s fangs. These were the long-lost Thunder Grenades from the Song Dynasty, once said to blast half a city tower with a single shot.

”Quite the strategy of hidden weaponry.” Shi Feiyang’s fingertips brushed the rusted iron shell, the cold touch seeping to his bones.

Suddenly, the cocking sound of gears turning rang from the shadows, three black figures burst from the walls, the clash of iron armor painfully shaking eardrums.

Three armored warriors wielding bronze halberds, with ghostly green flames flickering in their eye sockets, seemed to be Tomb Guarding Shadow Soldiers controlled by dark magic.

”Good to see you!” Shi Feiyang pushed both palms forward, using the ”Red Dust Slash” from the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” as nine golden saber energies spun out like scorching sun wheels.