King of Hundred Victories Saber

The mountains of Qian land crouched like giant beasts in the night, while the Sea Tide Hall’s Observatory was torn by a bizarre purple light.

On the star track cast in bronze of the Celestial Globe, the Twenty-Eight Star constellations glowed with a strange, ghostly light, like countless eyes gazing down on the human world.

Yang Yinglong’s scarlet cloak flapped loudly, his hands tightly gripping the wheel of the Celestial Globe, fingertips deeply embedded into the bronze patterns, with blood seeping out and flowing along the star track like a blood-red river.

”Shi Feiyang, let me show you the power of the stars today!” Yang Yinglong’s laughter mingled with the clicking sound of the gears, causing the marble railings of the Observatory to tremble.

Before the words were finished, the sky suddenly cracked with web-like fissures, and countless meteors dragged fiery red tails, tearing through the night sky, with burning debris falling like heavenly fire and smashing the ground into bottomless pits.

Scorched earth and sparks scattered everywhere, the air was filled with the pungent stench of sulfur and blood.

Shi Feiyang’s black outfit fluttered with ice-blue True Qi, his Bright Jade Technique operated to the extreme, and frost flowers in his palms condensed into blades.

”Just parlor tricks!” He pushed out with his palms, launching ”Heaven and Earth Longevity” from the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” nine streaks of golden saber aura carrying icy chill shot towards the sky, colliding with the falling meteors. The explosion was deafening, with the blast tossing bricks within ten yards, sending sparks onto Shi Feiyang, which were immediately extinguished by the ice-blue True Qi.

At that moment, Fujiwara Nishizong Jiu transformed into nine afterimages, weaving a vortex of death in the air with his Chrysanthemum Patterned Japanese Saber.

”Ghost Wheel Slash: Dance of the End!” The cry of the Upper Ninja from the Japanese pirates was as cold as ice, with the saber formation of nine scimitars bearing a sharp tearing sound as they passed, distorting the space.

Shi Feiyang tapped the ground with his toes, flipping upward, his black outfit cut by the saber wind into dozens of slits, the flying fabric in the air transforming into fragments of blood butterflies.

He activated Bright Jade Technique, ice-blue True Qi intertwined with golden saber light forming a shield, barely blocking the deadly strike, but felt numb in his wrist, with the Celestial Frost Blade in its sheath letting out an unwilling sound. ”Xiaodie, assist me!” Shi Feiyang’s shout shook the copper bell at the eaves of the Observatory. Lan Xiaodie’s plain Miao dress flapped in the wind, with her ten-thousand Gu pot shining with emerald green light.

As she gently raised her jade-like hand, thousands of Gu insects surged out like a black cloud—the Golden Silkworm Gu King spit out golden threads, the Blood Spider Gu sprayed venomous mist, and the Soul-devouring Centipede swung its hundreds of legs. The army of Gu insects collided with meteors, exploding with crackling sounds, with the bloody mist permeating the Observatory, staining the moonlight an eerie green.

Bai Zhi, clutching the Miaojiang Ancient Flute, stood among the ruined walls, her plain hands flew as the melody of ”Song of Demon Subjugation” surged like a raging tide. The flute sound transformed into substantial sound waves, where it touched the meteors crumbled inch by inch, but it made blood spill from her mouth.

Meanwhile, Yang Yinglong laughed madly, pulling out a bronze order covered in runes from his arms: ”Star return, blood sacrifice the sky!” The Celestial Globe suddenly emitted a piercing rumbling, with larger groups of meteors like a galaxy rolling back, pressing down with a force to destroy the heavens and earth, even the air lamented under the unbearable load.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the meteors covering the sky, his eyes gleaming with cold light.

He operated Bright Jade Technique to ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison,” his whole body surged with ice-blue True Qi, forming the illusion of an ice dragon in the night sky.

His skin gradually turned transparent like jade, with Inner Strength retracting like a whirlpool, producing suction that drew nearby debris into his body.

”Borrowing star power, slay the demon!” He tapped the ground with his toes, using the ”Gallop Without Trace” Lightweight Technique, his body soared like a meteor onto the Celestial Globe.

Seeing this, Fujiwara Nishizong Jiu merged the nine afterimages into one, his Japanese Saber stabbing directly at Shi Feiyang’s back.

Shi Feiyang countered with a palm, launching ”Red Dust Slash,” the golden saber aura spinning like a wheel, shattering the Upper Ninja’s attack.

But Yang Yinglong seized the opportunity to turn the bronze order, causing a hundred-foot long meteor to smash down like a giant pillar.

Shi Feiyang pushed both palms with full force, unleashing the ultimate move of the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique”—”Sun and Moon Shine Together”! Two immense golden saber shadows clashed with the meteor, saber aura rampant, blowing up the stone pillars of the Observatory, the rubble falling like rain.

Yang Yinglong’s scarlet cloak flapped wildly in the blast, as he laughed maniacally: ”Shi Feiyang, you will die today!” Yet before the laughter ended, Shi Feiyang’s ice dragon shadow suddenly opened its mouth, swallowing a meteor whole.

He operated Bright Jade Technique, transforming the power of the meteor for his own use, becoming like a moving iceberg, freezing the ground wherever he went, the air solidifying into frost.

”The rebellion should end completely now!” Shi Feiyang’s voice was as cold as Nine Netherworld’s Profound Ice.

He pushed with both palms the enhanced version of ”Heaven and Earth Longevity,” eighteen golden saber auras carrying the chilling force of the Ice Soul Cold Prison descended like heavenly punishment.

Yang Yinglong’s eyes widened in terror, the bronze order in his hand crumbled; Fujiwara Nishizong Jiu’s Japanese Saber shattered into pieces, his entire person shredded into a mist of blood by the saber aura. The Observatory collapsed in violent tremors, the fire light stained half the sky red.

When the smoke cleared, Shi Feiyang stood amidst the ruins, his black outfit battered, yet his figure still stood straight like a pine tree.

His skin returned to normal, the ice-blue True Qi in his palms dissipating slowly. In the distance, Shi Ying, Lan Xiaodie, Bai Zhi, and others walked over the debris-laden ground, their figures bathed in the golden glow of dawn.

This blood battle concerning the fate of all was finally drawn to a close amidst the clash of saber light, sword shadows, and star power.

In the evening, they returned to the tent area near Yun Wuyue’s grave in the forest near Feima Pass.

Shi Ying and Bai Zhi surrounded their husband Shi Feiyang as they walked into their tent.

Lan Xiaodie, observing the scene, imagined the loving relationship between Shi Feiyang, Shi Ying, and Bai Zhi, felt as if pricked by needles, terribly sad, silently left the Heroic Sakura Association’s camp.