King of Hundred Victories Saber

The saber Qi collided with the iron-armored warrior, but only sparked fire scattered, while the bronze blades came sweeping with a fishy wind.

He flipped backwards using his toes on the ground, his dark outfit billowing in the foul air, and the ice-blue True Qi shield shattered the weapon tip inch by inch.

”Break!” Shi Feiyang activated the Bright Jade Technique to ”Infinite Asura’s Human Purgatory,” and the True Qi in his palm surged ice-blue.

The palm force of ”Heaven’s Edge” carried the chilling aura of Ice Soul Cold Prison, frosting spider webs instantly as it passed.

The iron-armored warrior exploded with a thunderous crash, raining bronze fragments down to create deep pits on the ground.

When the smoke cleared, a half-torn roll of the ”Thunderous Explosions Manual” was right there, its yellowed pages stained with dark red blood.

Shi Feiyang picked up the fragment, his eyes scanning the skewed characters: ”The Thunder’s trigger requires Dragon’s Saliva Fragrance as a medium...”

Suddenly, he heard the sound of bricks and stones collapsing above, with dozens of Thunderous Explosions rolling down the caved-in entrance.

He let out a long shout, waving his palms repeatedly, transforming the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” into a sky of golden rays.

The ice-blue True Qi and golden saber Qi intertwined into a net, shaking the falling Thunderous Explosions deep into the cellar.

Amidst the rumble, Shi Feiyang swept out of the cellar like an eagle. Behind him came an earth-shattering noise, and the fire blazing skywards cast a red glow on his silhouette.

He looked at the fragment in his hand, ice-blue True Qi flowing at his fingertips: ”That old thief Yang Yinglong dares to use such a lethal weapon to massacre a city. But with me Shi Feiyang here, your poisonous scheme is destined to become nothing but bubbles!”

In the distance, the crimson banner of the Heroic Sakura Association fluttered fiercely in the wind.

Shi Feiyang placed the fragment into the mysterious deer skin pouch at his waist, his gaze steely and resolute.

The Bozhou Mountains wept in the torrential rain, Yang Yinglong’s rebel army’s chain thunders like an evil dragon spitting pearls, blasting the mountain roads with debris.

Sludge mixed with scorching metal pellets shot out, drilling dense craters into the cyan rock.

Shi Feiyang performed the ”Celestial Bird Fly” lightweight technique, his black outfit transforming into an ink shadow in the rain, his palms like the Celestial Frost Blade, its dragon cries vibrating the valley with every slash, grinding incoming arrows into iron filings.

”Hero Shi, be careful!” Lan Xiaodie’s cry was shattered by thunder.

Shi Feiyang suddenly felt the ground beneath him shaking like a sieve, the whole mountain body collapsing under the hammering thunders.

Thousands of shards like a cascading Milky Way, he pointed his toes towards the falling massive stones, about to leverage to soar, only to see the cliff’s soil peeling away like rotted paper.

At a critical moment, a patch of vivid red tore through the sky—Lan Xiaodie tore off the red silk from her neck, employing the Five Poison Sect’s secret technique ”Colorful Silk Envelopes”, the red silk coiling around his wrist like a scarlet snake.

The two carved a breathtaking arc in the rainstorm, mountain winds carrying sludge whipping painfully against their faces.

Lan Xiaodie’s white dress fluttered in the wind, suddenly a tearing pain came from her back—splattered shrapnel tearing three bloody streaks, crimson blood mixed with rainwater winding down. She bit her lip, channeling all her Inner Strength into the red silk, with her nails deeply embedded in her palm: ”Hold on tight!” At the instant her toes caught the rock crevice, she leveraged to send Shi Feiyang soaring upward.

Shi Feiyang flipped over the cliff while Lan Xiaodie collapsed on the ground.

Her face was pale as paper, the blood stains on the back of her white dress blurred into bizarre flowers in the rain.

He immediately tore off a strip of his garment to bandage her, ice-blue True Qi flowing through his fingertips: ”Why suffer so?”

Lan Xiaodie leaned against his knee, feeling warmth surge through her body like a spring tide.

She gazed at Shi Feiyang’s furrowed brows, suddenly chuckled lightly, her voice gentler than the mountain rain: ”Years ago in the Five Poison Sect, Master said the most venomous heart lies in a woman...” Before she finished, a thunderbolt illuminated the sky, reflecting the fire in her eyes more intensely than flames, ”But Xiaodie’s heart...was long stolen away by you, the rogue.” Shi Feiyang’s bandaging hand froze, his fingerpads touching her cool skin.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar emerged from below, as the rebel army’s thunderous fire array unhindered like a crimson python, was devoured along the mountain road.

Shi Feiyang gently lifted Lan Xiaodie, the ice-blue True Qi driven by the Bright Jade Technique circulating in his palms, his eyes cold and sharp: ”Prepare the Thunderous Explosions! Let Yang Yinglong taste this wrath of thunder from hundreds of years ago!”

As night fell, the Bozhou Mountains turned into a sea of fire.

Standing on the mountaintop, Shi Feiyang thrust ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s” ’Heaven and Earth Eternal’, deploying thirty-six styles in succession.

The saber Qi escorting the refined Thunderous Explosions into the sky, when the iron ball hit the ground, bursting into tens of thousands of golden rays.

The firelight reddened half the sky, the screams of the rebels intertwined with the sound of explosions, like the death bells of hell.

Lan Xiaodie holding the blood-dyed red silk, leaned beside a charred tree stump.

She watched Shi Feiyang’s blood-soaked silhouette in battle—the person surrounded by ice-blue True Qi and golden saber rays, each palm strike lifting surging waves that shattered the rebels’ onslaught.

When he unleashed the ultimate kill move ”Sun and Moon’s Radiance” of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, two giant golden saber shadows like a heavenly river pouring down, where it went the rebels, man and armor, were crushed into pulp.

The storm ceased sometime later, Shi Feiyang came drenched in blood, ice-blue True Qi around him condensed into tiny ice crystals.

Lan Xiaodie moved to him, the red silk again coiling around his wrist: ”Hero Shi, this battle...” ”Yang Yinglong’s demise is imminent!”

Shi Feiyang tightly gripped her hand, looking at the desolate rebel camp below, his gaze resolute with the thought of protecting the world, ”After vanquishing Yang Yinglong, I’ll take you to witness the true Sun and Moon’s Radiance—in the snow plains of the Northern Desert, in the lakes of Jiangnan, on every peaceful land.”

Lan Xiaodie leaned on his shoulder, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

In the distance, the dawn light pierced through the clouds, casting a layer of hopeful gold on this war-ridden land.