King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 51: Chapter 48: Psychic Showdown (Part 2)

The surrounding land was stained red with blood, blending with the swirling dust, presenting a particularly striking scene.

Liu Tingting struggled to get up, her hands scrambling frantically on the ground, but she was already powerless, her body feeling as though it had been drained of its strength, collapsing limply. Yet, she exerted every ounce of effort to rise, determined to uphold her dignity as the Young Palace Master of Divine Water Palace.

Unfortunately, Liu Tingting’s spiritual power had just been crushed under the dual suppression of Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique and his supreme bloodline, flickering like a candle in the wind before it disintegrated completely. As Liu Tingting arduously rose again, ”Puh—” a mouthful of blood was expelled from her throat, drawing a striking line against the dim sky, as crimson blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the dust-covered ground, spreading instantly, intertwined with the lingering smoke and swirling dust around, adding to the desolation.

Liu Tingting’s eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, her powerless hands falling to her sides, fingers twitching slightly, as if still trying to grasp the spiritual power that had already vanished. Her breath was short and weak, each gasp accompanied by violent heaving of her chest, grappling in a final struggle, trying desperately to rise, hands grabbing mindlessly at the ground, but she was powerless, her body feeling drained of its strength, collapsing limply. The guards of Changsheng Castle rushed over swiftly, the ropes in their hands flashing a cold light in the dim light, binding Liu Tingting. At this moment, the wind gradually died down, yet the clouds in the sky grew increasingly heavy.

The crowd watched Liu Tingting’s tottering figure with regretful sighs, the sounds blowing like gusts of icy wind over Changsheng Castle. After all, Liu Tingting was as beautiful as a celestial immortal, if she were to die here it would truly be a shame.

And as Shi Feiyang pressed closer, prepared to deliver the final blow, the scene suddenly fell silent enough to hear a pin drop, everyone dared not breathe, heartbeats pounding heavily. Shi Feiyang advanced steadily, the blade of his saber still carrying remnants of the battle’s might, flashing a cold, chilling glow. His strides were steady and firm, with each step raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Feiyang approached Liu Tingting gradually, each step seemed to land heavily on the earth, emitting a dull sound. Witnessing Liu Tingting’s pitiful state, complex emotions flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes; pity, sentiment and indescribable melancholy intermingling. Due to Liu Tingting’s resemblance to Sunflower Saintess, that familiar face stirred ripples in Shi Feiyang’s heart.

He furrowed his brow slightly, as though pondering over something, then slowly spoke: ”Your resistance is useless, today marks your end.” With that, he slowly raised the long blade in his hand, the blade shimmering with the breath of death under the dim light.

Liu Tingting raised her head, gazing at the approaching blade, despair intensifying in her eyes. She opened her mouth, seeming to want to say something, but ultimately only exhaled a breath mixed with bloody froth.

Her body trembled slightly, it was unclear if it was out of fear or anger.

Just as Shi Feiyang’s saber was about to fall, suddenly, the beautiful silhouette of Sunflower Saintess floated past Shi Feiyang’s eyes.

Ah! Shi Feiyang’s heart softened, slowly lowering the Myanmar saber, unwilling to slay Liu Tingting, who resembled Sunflower Saintess so much.

Liu Tingting fixed her gaze on him, eyes filled with despair and unwillingness, a flame of anger burning in her gaze, yet carrying a deep helplessness. She couldn’t understand why after years of devoted cultivation, attaining magic and spiritual power beyond ordinary mortals, she was still not a match for Shi Feiyang.

Unknown to her, Shi Feiyang possessed the supreme bloodline gifted by Sunflower Saintess, which was the main reason he survived the poisoning.

Shi Feiyang was silent for a moment, finally breaking the silence.

His voice was deep and rich, like the toll of an ancient bell resonating through the air: ”Leave, I have no intention of taking your life.”

In his heart, he always harbored an inexplicable emotion towards Liu Tingting because she reminded him of Sunflower Saintess, those poignant memories flooding his mind like a tide.

Thus, Shi Feiyang decided to spare her life.

Upon hearing these words, Liu Tingting was shocked, her eyes widened almost to disbelief.

After all, she had attempted to poison Shi Feiyang, planning to bury him alive.

Yet, Shi Feiyang now chose to offer her a path to survival, filling her heart with doubt as if shrouded in fog.

Liu Dayou, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Liu Guihua, and others arrived swiftly on the scene, their figures streaked through the air like meteors, accompanied by the sound of the wind. They intended to persuade Shi Feiyang to promptly slay Liu Tingting, however, before they could speak, Shi Feiyang stopped them with a firm, powerful gesture, signaling them to remain silent.

Shi Feiyang seemed to have already understood Liu Tingting’s inner thoughts, calmly explaining to her: ”There is no irreconcilable enmity between us, I have no intention of taking your life. I only hope that in the future you will carry more self-respect and refrain from aiding evil.”

Though the words were lightly spoken, as if Liu Tingting had caused him no harm, the deeper meaning in them struck Liu Tingting’s heart like a heavy blow.

Liu Tingting bit her lip tightly, almost embedding her teeth in the delicate skin, her heart filled with complex emotions and indecision. Eventually, she struggled to rise, her legs still trembling slightly, seeming ready to collapse at any moment.