King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 233 - 127: Slaying a Hundred in One Step, the Lethal Sword Array Obliterated

Under this powerful offensive, enemies fell one after another, the sound of bones breaking resounding continuously, composing a symphony of death.

After this round of fierce attacks, another hundred perished, and the once solid Sword Array was now teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly ready to shatter at any moment.

Xie Zhichuan witnessed the scene, his face growing increasingly somber, the hatred and unwillingness in his eyes burning ever more intensely, as if to devour everything.

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with anger and defiance, as if he wanted to tear the heavens and earth apart.

But as he looked at Shi Feiyang’s figure, resembling a War God, he felt both awe and fear.

Step six, Shi Feiyang suddenly soared into the air, like an eagle spreading its wings, performing the ultimate move "Heaven and Earth Longevity" of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. The Myanmar Saber in his hand gleamed coldly under the sunlight, carrying immense power, as it fiercely slashed at the impenetrable Sword Array.

This strike was like a giant axe splitting the heavens and earth, and where the saber wind reached, the ground was instantly torn open into a bottomless chasm.

Flames soared within the chasm, heat waves surged violently, as if the Gate of Hell was opened at this moment.

The hundred in the Sword Array were severed in this earth-shattering strike, blood spraying like fountains, dyeing the surrounding land into a sea of blood. Their screams echoed on the battlefield, seemingly speaking of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this battle.

Step seven, Shi Feiyang landed steadily, his feet as firm as rocks, like an imposing mountain standing unwavering and unshakable.

He emanated a sharp aura, his gaze exuding majesty and dominance, seemingly an invincible War God.

At this moment, the seven hundred in the Life-taking Thirteen Sword Array were nearly all casualties. Seeing things go awry, Xie Zhichuan felt waves of sorrow, turned around, and fled in panic, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Everyone was stunned, their mouths agape, exclaiming in amazement, while Yili was completely entranced.

Yili’s eyes were wide like bronze bells, unblinking, fixed intently on Shi Feiyang’s every move, as if his figure was the only thing left in the world. Her lips slightly parted, forming a small "O" shape, her face filled with incredulity.

Her hands originally hung naturally at her sides, but following Shi Feiyang’s actions, they subconsciously slowly raised, finally clenching into fists, the veins on the back of her hands slightly popping, doing her utmost to cheer for Shi Feiyang.

At the moment Shi Feiyang successfully broke the formation, the shock in her eyes was instantly replaced by intense admiration, her gaze akin to the brightest star in the night sky, radiant and full of unconcealed worship.

Watching Shi Feiyang’s calm and unaffected demeanor, Yili’s admiration for him surged like turbulent waves, crashing fiercely against her heart. Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, like a madly beating war drum, her chest heaving violently.

Yili’s cheeks quickly flushed, like blooming peach blossoms in spring, vibrant and dewy, as if a playful doe was prancing around in her heart, throwing her spirit into turmoil.

This strange yet intense feeling she had never experienced before, but at this moment, she realized with utmost clarity that her feelings for Shi Feiyang had quietly transformed, from simple fondness to fervent and deep-seated love and admiration.

Uncontrollably, memories of the moments since meeting Shi Feiyang floated through her mind, each scene playing like a movie before her eyes, deepening her infatuation. She couldn’t help but think privately that Shi Feiyang was like a beam of light bestowed by fate, illuminating her previously mundane Jianghu days. She longed to be by his side at all times, venturing through Jianghu with him, sharing the joys and sorrows of life.

Shi Feiyang stood firm on the battlefield, his clothes flapping in the wind, his gaze sharp, locking onto the fleeing enemies, his voice booming like a bell: "Tell those behind you, if you dare to hinder my efforts for the people’s peace again, I’ll ensure you won’t have a burial place!" His voice carried immense authority and deterrence, like rolling thunder echoing through the mountains, scaring the escaping enemies into more chaotic steps, their figures gradually disappearing into the night.

The fierce battle ended, plunging the camp into silence and chaos.

Enemies’ corpses lay scattered across the ground, some with twisted limbs, some with grotesque faces, all highlighting the brutality of the fight. Dispersed weapons gleamed coldly under the cool moonlight, swords, sabers, spears, halberds thrown haphazardly, mingled with blood and dust.

Shi Feiyang slowly surveyed the surrounding, looking at the exhausted yet unharmed comrades beside him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

A sense of relief washed over him like a warm current, grateful that everyone had escaped disaster.

He also knew that the road ahead was long, Jianghu conflicts like the mountains of the Helan Mountain Range, one after another, would not end here.

Nevertheless, his gaze grew ever more determined, for the sake of the people, he would forge ahead bravely, fearless of any challenge, even if thorns lined the path, amidst a storm of blood and wind.

In this battle, Shi Feiyang keenly noticed several extraordinary fighters among the fifteen hundred disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association.

Lu Dechu, known as "Barrel", with his short and stout figure resembling a small hill, legs as sturdy as the trunk of an Ancient Wood, firmly rooted to the ground. His belly protruded as if harboring endless strength, each step seemed to slightly tremble the earth. With a round face, puffed cheeks, and eyes that squinted into slits when smiling, but when in battle, those eyes would shoot sharp rays of light.