King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 222 - 125: Seven Steps of the Dragon Display Divine Might, Yili Lends a Hand to Protect the People

Blood Sword Hall’s Sect Leader Murong Yan, dressed in a tight red outfit, her figure flickering like a phantom, wielding a slender blood sword that glimmers with an eerie red light, let out a delicate shout. The blood sword pierced towards Shi Feiyang’s chest like a spiritual snake, the move extremely vicious.

Wolf Fang Stick Sect’s Sect Leader Niu Dali, born with a tiger-back and bear-waist, a full face of whiskers, wielded a gigantic wolf fang club, the club’s body covered with sharp spikes. He let out a loud shout, swinging the club with fierce wind, bringing down a force of ten thousand pounds upon Shi Feiyang.

Smoke Array Sect’s Sect Leader Zhuge Zhi, thin and gaunt, with a sinister gaze. Holding a folding fan, he gently waved it, and smoke instantly filled the surroundings, with illusions within the array bewildering people, attempting to trap Shi Feiyang.

Gale Blade Sect’s Sect Leader Feng Xiaotian, tall and imposing, his wild hair fluttering in the wind, full of arrogant pride.

In his hand was the Gale Blade, its wide and heavy blade with serrated lines carved into the back. At this moment, he let out a loud shout, displaying the "Gale Blade Technique," the blade shadows sweeping towards Shi Feiyang like a storm, each slash carrying powerful force, seemingly wanting to slice Shi Feiyang into pieces.

Divine Arrow Sect’s Sect Leader Hou Yi Sheshi, agile, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s.

He brandished a divine bow made of refined steel, with a quiver filled with sharp arrows. At this moment, he drew the bow and released arrows, each carrying a whistling wind sound aiming at Shi Feiyang’s critical points with extreme speed, leaving one defenseless.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes burned with fury, gritting his teeth, he said, "Again and again, your provocations, your eyes filled with only hatred and conflict, completely disregarding the lives of the common people! Have you ever thought about the people’s disrupted lives, their suffering, their despair? Today, I must seek justice for them, make you repay blood with blood! To shield the people of the world from the threat of war, to return peace to the earth!"

Yili suddenly rushed out from the side, brandishing her sword pointing at Li ManCang, saying, "Li ManCang, today is your death day, let’s see how much longer you can remain arrogant!" Her voice was clear but full of strength, echoing through the world.

Li ManCang let out a cold snort, horizontally wielding his iron staff, suddenly striking towards Yili, the staff bringing a gusting wind, as if to smash Yili into meat paste. Yili displayed the "Qingfeng Shadow-Stepping Technique," her steps light as the breeze caressing the willow, her figure flickering like lightning, easily evading the fierce strike.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, her sword flowers shimmered, displaying the "Qingfeng Throat Piercing Sword," this move as fast as lightning, directly stabbing towards Li ManCang’s throat.

Truly versatile, instantly switching to another set of swordsmanship.

Li ManCang hurriedly defended with his iron staff, a loud "clang" resounded, sparks flew everywhere, their weapons collided, the force of impact made the surrounding air tremble violently. Faced with Feng Xiaotian’s Gale Blade Technique, Shi Feiyang’s eyes sharpened, his footwork suddenly changed, deploying the "Dragon Steps."

The first step, Shi Feiyang’s left foot stepped diagonally forward, steady and strong, like a dragon stretching its claws.

At this time, the previously calm lake surface rippled layer by layer, as if feeling the deterrent of this mighty power.

The willows by the lake were swept by an invisible force, their branches wildly dancing, leaves rustling and falling.

As Shi Feiyang landed, a vigorous inner strength surged from his center to the surroundings, the ground’s dust jolted high, forming a dust circle with a diameter of several zhang. The surrounding enemies felt an invisible pressure rushing towards them, as if a mountain was pressing on their chests, making breathing difficult, those weaker subordinates were shaken by this aura, retreating continuously, unable to stand steady, "thumping" as they fell to the ground.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang’s second step followed swiftly with his right foot, stepping out a curve towards the right rear, like a dragon flicking its tail.

The previously clear sky suddenly stirred up a whirlwind, the whirlwind carrying sand and stones, swirling rapidly around Shi Feiyang.

Feng Xiaotian’s fierce blade aura, disturbed by this whirlwind, seemed to be entangled by countless threads, its power greatly reduced.

Shi Feiyang used this swinging force to unravel Feng Xiaotian’s incoming blade energy like peeling silk from a cocoon.

Feng Xiaotian only felt his power disappearing without a trace, like mud cows entering the sea, and even faintly sensed a counterforce, numbing his arms, hurting his tiger’s mouth, almost dropping the Gale Blade.

The third step, Shi Feiyang lightly tapped the ground with his toe, leaping high, stepping out in mid-air with seemingly light but mysteriously hidden steps, like a flying dragon in the sky. The surrounding air seemed to boil, making "sizzling" sounds.

The originally bright sunlight in the sky, under this oppressive aura, seemed to be covered by an invisible dark cloud, the heavens and earth instantly dimmed a few shades. The distant mountains, under this enveloping aura, seemed to shrink a few heights, the birds on the mountain startled and flapping their wings, fleeing in all directions.

Feng Xiaotian was astonished, feeling like an ant under Shi Feiyang’s powerful aura, with nowhere to hide.

His originally fierce blade technique involuntarily slowed down, revealing some flaws.

The fourth step, Shi Feiyang turned his body in mid-air, his left foot stomping downward fiercely, this stomp carrying a force like overturning the mountains and seas pressing toward Feng Xiaotian.

The sound of "buzz" came from the air, as if the space was being stepped on and twisted out of shape, emitting a cry of overloaded burden.

The previously solid ground rippled like a water surface, spreading from Shi Feiyang as the center. The fifth step, Shi Feiyang took advantage of the momentum, twisted his body, his right foot stomping down like a heavy hammer, the ground instantly cracked, lines of fissures spread like a spider’s web, extending several zhang around.