King of Hundred Victories Saber

”Thousand Spider Poisonous Hand!” With that sinister, chilling shout, the gray‑robed leader’s ten fingers suddenly lengthened three inches, his nails wrapped in wriggling scarlet spider threads.

Shi Feiyang’s entire body exploded with ice‑blue True Qi, and the ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison” driven by the Bright Jade Technique froze the air within three zhang into a mist of frost.

He thrust out both palms with ”Heaven’s Edge” of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique; nine bands of golden saber qi spun like wheels, and wherever they passed, the spider threads snapped inch by inch. The gray‑robed man screamed as he was blown backward, his arms turning into a mist of blood within the saber qi.

At the same time, the ground suddenly split open, and dozens of poisoned steel cables shot out like Spiritual Snakes.

Shi Xiong brandished the White Rainbow Treasure Sword, unleashing the Thirteen Life‑taking Swords, the sword wind roaring like tigers as he hacked the steel cables apart.

But from the severed ends of the cables, purple smoke spurted out, and Shi Xiong immediately felt his head spin. Xie Wen flicked out the Flying Eagle Order, its silver light cleaving through the poisonous haze, straight at the figure lurking in the dark controlling the mechanisms. The eagle dove like lightning, its talons tearing open that man’s throat in an instant.

Shi Feiyang, however, was trapped in a tight encirclement.

The three men wielding hooks formed a Three Yin Soul‑locking Array, the poison dripping from their hook tips corroding deep pits into the blue bricks.

Shi Feiyang tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and soared into the air, his palms sweeping out in succession, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, ”Sun and Moon Together Shine.”

Golden saber qi and ice‑blue True Qi intertwined into a net; hooks and cables shattered with violent tremors, and the three men were pierced through by saber qi, nailed to the wall. Blood snaked down along the totem patterns, as if painting eerie rouge onto the face of a venomous python.

”Take my move!” A crisp feminine shout rang out. A red‑clad woman flicked out nine Bone‑Piercing Nails, each nail wrapped around a poisonous centipede.

Lan Xiaodie spun and stepped in front of Shi Feiyang, the Green Phosphorus Sword tracing a dim blue arc, the Five Poison Totems on the sword’s body singing with a clear resonance.

The Bone‑Piercing Nails slammed into the sword screen and were actually shattered to dust, while the poisonous centipedes were minced into pulp by the Sword Qi.

In the thick of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly caught sight of a hidden door in the corner swinging open, as dozens of cultists appeared carrying massive poison ballistae.

His pupils contracted sharply as he ramped the Bright Jade Technique to full speed, thrusting out both palms in the ultimate killing move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, ”Sun and Moon Together Shine”! Two colossal golden saber shadows slammed down like Mount Tai; the poison ballistae burst apart in an instant, splinters and the cultists’ mangled limbs spraying together, leaving scarlet marks splashed across the walls.

When the last ambusher fell, Shi Feiyang drew back his palms and stood, the True Qi around him slowly gathering back in.

At this moment, Lan Xiaodie sheathed her sword, her voice tinged with sorrow: ”Senior Sister, do you truly still believe that all those years of ’blood for blood’ were right?”

She looked toward Zhusa Po, who was leaning against a stone pillar, panting, black blood still caked at the corner of her mouth. ”Remember that plague in the Miao Village twenty years ago? If the Central Plains Doctor hadn’t sent medicine, we orphans would’ve long been rotting in a mass grave.”

She pointed outside the altar, where several sallow, skinny children were kneeling, their eyes full of terror and hope. ”Yet now it is our poisons that have made these children lose their homes.” The cult altar fell into dead silence; only the wind skimming across the bronze cauldron produced a wailing sound.

After a long while, a lame old man hobbled forward, leaning on a wooden staff, his empty sleeve drifting in the wind. ”The old Sect Leader once said my hand was chopped off by a Martial Artist from the Central Plains…” Tears glimmered in his cloudy eyes. ”But Miss Xiaodie, why would you save a half‑dead wreck like me?”

”Because our true enemy is the hatred that blinds our eyes.” Lan Xiaodie unfastened the medicine pouch at her waist and took out a jade‑green pill. ”This is a Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill refined from Celestial Snow Lotus and a hundred‑year Spiritual Mushroom. It can cleanse the bone‑corroding poison lingering in your body.”

She placed the pill in the old man’s palm, then turned to face the crowd, her voice firm as iron and stone. ”From this day on, I pledge my life as guarantee to lead you all back onto the path of ’using poison to save the world,’ to end the fractured chaos within the Five Poison Sect, and to proudly become a subordinate branch of the Celestial Star Sect! Henceforth, Heroine Shi Ying shall be our Great Sect Leader!”

Shi Ying, clad in pale‑green Soft Armor, stepped forward at an unhurried pace, her gaze sweeping across everyone. ”Though I’m not skilled in poison arts, I’m willing to stand with you in guarding the chivalrous way.”

Her words had barely fallen when responses rose one after another within the altar hall.

Shi Feiyang watched this scene, a glint of relief flashing in his eyes.

This blood‑soaked battle that washed away sin had finally traded for the dawn of new life.

Shi Ying had become the great winner in life; she had never imagined that after marrying Shi Feiyang, she would one day become the leader of the third‑largest sect in the world of Martial Arts.

After thoroughly subduing the Five Poison Sect, Shi Feiyang immediately led the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association, the Seven Sons of Wudang, the Shaolin Stick Monks, and the Emei Female Heroes in a ferocious assault on the remnant rebel forces. The twilight over Hailong Duntun was thick as clotted blood that would not dissolve, and the thunder of a thousand fire bulls trampling blue stone mingled with the crash of iron chains, shaking loose stones from the surrounding mountains. The poisoned short blades from Japan on the bulls’ horns gleamed with a sinister, ghostly blue, while the thunderfire bombs tied to their tails dragged scarlet chains of flame, staining the clouds above Weng City a menacing purplish‑crimson.

Yang Yinglong’s blood‑red cloak snapped in the wind, and the demonic notes blown from the bronze horn in his hand were like ten thousand steel needles drilling straight into everyone’s eardrums.

The herd of fire bulls glared viciously, white breath snorting from their nostrils mixed with the stench of sulfur, like beasts of slaughter clawing their way up from the netherworld. ”Form the Heavenly Net!” Shi Feiyang’s explosive shout shook loose rubble from the battlements, his dark battle garments billowing with ice‑blue True Qi.

The eight thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association simultaneously flung out nine‑zhang fine‑iron chains, weaving them in mid‑air into a vast, impenetrable net.

Yet the charge of the fire bulls surged like a tidal wave; the short blades on their horns sliced through the chains as if cutting rotten paper, and the thunderfire bombs erupted with shockwaves that blasted the front ranks of Martial Artists ten zhang backward. On the scorched earth, severed limbs and shattered chains tangled together, blood seeping into the cracks in the stone and steaming up into a mist of gore, intertwining with the poisonous smoke to form a grotesque miasma.

Bai Zhi, clad in snow‑white garments whiter than snow itself, stood at the front of the formation cradling a Miaojiang Ancient Flute.

Entrusted by Yili, queen of the Naiman Tribe, she had come across a thousand li; now her delicate hand lifted, and the melody of the ”Requiem” flowed clear and ethereal like a spring among the trees. Hidden within the flute music was a soul‑seizing power: the fire bulls’ steps faltered slightly, and a trace of clarity flickered in their blood‑red eyes.