King of Hundred Victories Saber

The crowd gasped, the sound akin to a chilling wind penetrating their bones, carrying an endless coldness.

They knew well that the situation was hopeless; if they didn’t escape now, their lives would surely be in danger. At this moment, each unleashed all their talents, flying away in panic, resembling startled birds scattered in flight, raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Feiyang descended gracefully like an eagle, his posture steady, his expression cold and calm.

His white robe fluttered in the wind, as if the world’s disturbances were unrelated to him. The bloody battle just now seemed like a gentle breeze brushing past, leaving not a ripple in his resolute heart.

He slightly raised his hand, flicking it lightly, sending the blood splattering. The crimson droplets, under the sunlight, resembled dazzling rubies, creating eye-catching arcs, akin to blood-colored flowers blooming in the wind, beautiful yet tragic.

Immediately, his gaze turned as sharp as lightning, locking onto the Miaojiang expert Ling Zhuang. His figure flickered like a ray tearing through space, carrying a fierce gale, swiftly rushing towards Ling Zhuang, at a speed so fast it left no time to react.

At this moment, Ling Zhuang wore Miao attire embroidered with strange patterns which, under the sunlight, seemed infused with mysterious power, shimmering with eerie light, whispering ancient and wicked curses.

He was deploying the ”Seven Cultivator’s Finger,” an extremely toxic finger technique, his fingers like agile snake tongues, moving quickly, the tips glinting ominously, exhaling deadly signals. Each movement stirred up a dense, black poisonous mist.

The poison mist seemed alive, spreading wherever it went, as if the air itself was corroded by strong acid, emitting a ”sizzling” sound, causing chills. The grass on the ground withered instantly under the mist’s intrusion, turning into black ashes, revealing a desolate scene.

”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong and ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, caught in Ling Zhuang’s bizarre and fierce toxic finger attacks, had already fallen into a desperate situation, their movements frantic. Miao Menlong’s quiver was depleted, leaving only a few arrows swaying thinly in the wind.

Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts were also nearly gone, the pouch hanging deflated by his waist, resembling a deflated bag. The two stood back-to-back, closely relying on each other, their eyes filled with urgency and helplessness, akin to a lone boat struggling in a storm.

Miao Menlong strained to draw his bow and nock an arrow, the bowstring pulled tight as a full moon, giving a creaking sound, while shouting: ”This villain’s toxic skill is exceedingly sinister; today we may fall here! But even if we die, as heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association, we mustn’t lose our honor!” His voice firm and powerful, echoed through the heavens, emanating an unyielding will.

Shan Zhi gritted his teeth, a flash of determination crossing his face, responding: ”Why fear! We’ll fight this villain even to the death, dragging him to hell with us!” With that, he hurled several plum blossom darts with all his might, the dart shadows flashing, accompanied by piercing whistles, aiming at Ling Zhuang. Yet Ling Zhuang’s form was elusive, like a plume of green smoke, deftly evading these attacks, a sneer of ridicule gracing his face, mocking their self-overestimation.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang spoke loudly, ”Brother Miao, Brother Shan, do not panic! The path of Jianghu is rugged, thorn-filled. Today, this villain’s rampant evil is his doom. Watch how I break his sinister toxic skill for the good of Jianghu!” His voice, akin to a booming bell, echoed through the heavens, exuding a reassuring strength, dispersing the shadow over everyone’s hearts.

With words scarcely spoken, he charged towards Ling Zhuang like a silver meteor. Shi Feiyang activated the Bright Jade Technique, and instantly a layer of jade-like luster radiated from him, as if enveloped by soft moonlight, emitting a faint halo.

True Qi flowed continuously from his body, forming an invisible yet indestructible barrier, isolating the incoming poisonous mist, which vanished upon contact.

He executed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, ”Raging Sea Tidal Wave,” his palms flipping rapidly, each motion containing mighty force, capable of overturning the heavens. The palm wind howled, like sharp long knives, sweeping towards Ling Zhuang, carving deep trenches in its wake.

Ling Zhuang, alarmed at Shi Feiyang’s aggressive approach, tried to remain determined, being a seasoned warrior of Miaojiang, as he fiercely countered with the ”Seven Cultivator’s Finger” attack.

His fingertips gleamed ominously, carrying deadly poison, like venomous snakes striking at Shi Feiyang’s vital points.

The air was filled with a suffocating sense of danger.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, moving with ghost-like agility, weaving effortlessly through Ling Zhuang’s finger shadows, his form a fleeting phantom.

His steps were light and nimble, like a master crossing snow without leaving traces. He seized the moment, delivering a powerful palm strike right to Ling Zhuang’s right arm. A resounding ”crack” echoed, as if a thunderbolt on a clear day, Ling Zhuang’s right arm abruptly shattered under Shi Feiyang’s palm force.

Ling Zhuang cried out in agony, his voice piercing and despairing, his face contorted with pain and terror, blood gushing from the broken arm, like a red fountain, instantly dyeing his Miao attire, appearing increasingly ferocious against the exotic patterns.