King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 285 - 136: The Auspicious Beast Sparks Conflict—Liu Tingting’s Unyielding Obsession, Shi Feiyang’s Martial Arts Assert Dominance

Liu Xuan, Guan De, and Zhao Long, a few senior brothers among them, followed the trail indicated by the green flame arrows and soon arrived. They wore ferocious expressions, wielding their large sabers, and employed the Shadow Splitting Wind Blade Technique, instantly engaging in a fierce battle with the Cultivation Race to compete for Gong Simeng and the two Auspicious Beasts.

In an instant, the swinging of sabers whipped up a gusty wind, while the sounds of shouting, killing, and clashing weapons intertwined, ’clang clang clang’, ’bang bang bang’, with each clash sparking brightly, both sides red-eyed, exerting their full strength, aiming to annihilate the other.

Xie Wen seized the opportunity, taking a deep breath as his chest heaved violently, his hands moving rapidly, veins bulging.

Amid the chaos, he hurled the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net into the air. The net spread out like a massive, pristine white blossom, slowly unfurling in the air, rustling, carrying an irresistible force, enveloping the Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Gong Simeng within it.

Immediately after, Xie Wen tightly gripped the ropes, yanking hard. The ropes instantly tightened with a sharp ’creak’, as he exerted all his strength to haul the three people and one beast into the air.

However, the Cultivation Race would not easily relent. Witnessing this, someone immediately performed a recently learned bit of magic, chanting incantations in a low and eerie voice, their hands quickly forming seals, their actions dazzling and bewildering.

In an instant, a beam of light shot from their hands, carrying a formidable power, attacking Xie Wen who was flying in mid-air. The light sliced through the air with a ’whoosh’, where it passed the air seemed to scorch.

Xie Wen was startled, twisting his body desperately in the air, attempting to dodge the lethal strike. The light brushed past the hem of his garment, the smell of scorching spreading, his garment hem instantly turning to ash, a wisp of blue smoke rising, Xie Wen broke out in a cold sweat, nearly falling prey to the enemy.

At this critical moment, Shi Feiyang arrived using the Supreme Lightness Technique known as "Thousand Miles Without a Trace".

He moved like lightning, resembling a black whirlwind, appearing on the battlefield in an instant. Suddenly, he invoked the eighth power level of the Bright Jade Technique— "Too High for Emotion", the powerful True Qi of the Bright Jade Technique instantly forming a massive vortex, drawing in the surrounding air with a ’whoosh’ sound.

In the face of this strong True Qi, the Cultivation Race’s magic instantly froze into ice, shattering into countless ice fragments scattering everywhere with a ’crackling’ sound.

Then, Shi Feiyang descended gracefully, his movements light yet elegant, with a sharp and imposing aura. He swiftly drew the Myanmar Saber from his waist, under the Bright Jade Technique’s enhancement, it glinted with a ghostly cold light, the blade seemingly covered in a layer of frost.

It was early winter, the world seemed shrouded in a cool and dense veil.

The cold wind, like a ferocious beast out of control, roamed wildly across the mountains and fields, howling ’woo woo’, as if wanting to engulf all things in its fury.

The trees, stripped of their autumn finery, were left with bare branches, trembling in the wind with a ’creak’ sound.

On the ground, the withered yellow leaves were swept up by the wind, swirling around with a ’rustling’ sound, adding a touch of desolation.

Shi Feiyang, clad in black, stood like the death god of the night, towering on the battlefield.

The cold wind blew fiercely, his clothes flapping noisily, cheering for his bravery. He invoked the Bright Jade Technique, emitting a piercing chill from his body, the coldness seemed to come from a land of extreme cold, instantly freezing the surrounding air.

Amidst the early winter chill, Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique’s coldness grew sharper, strands of chill spreading outward, the ground gradually forming a thin layer of frost, ’crackle crackle’ sounded.

At this time, the people of the Cultivation Race surrounded Shi Feiyang.

Leading them was Qin Haotian of the "Poison Dragon Gang", a burly figure akin to a small mountain, his face laden with brutish flesh, each muscle seeming to emit a fierce aura.

He brandished a serrated saber, its blade flashing coldly, the serrations seemingly still stained with undried blood.

He was the first to initiate the attack, bellowing, "Boy, today is your day of death!"

His voice boomed like a great bell, shaking the air around. Then he executed the Poison Dragon Gang’s "Poison Dragon Earth-Splitting Slash", the large saber whooshing like a black lightning, striking down toward Shi Feiyang’s head. Where the blade passed, the ground split with a ’scar’ sound, the crack like a hideous scar, spreading outward.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain, looking at Qin Haotian as if he were an insignificant ant. His figure flashed, moving with such speed it was hard to capture, like a black lightning, instantly dodging Qin Haotian’s attack.

At the same time, he drew the Myanmar Saber from his waist, the blade tracing an arc in the air, bringing a gust of cold wind.

He performed "Furious Sea Waves" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the blade light flashing, ’swish swish swish’, three fierce blade energies carrying a biting cold like ferocious sea dragons, flying toward Qin Haotian.

Seeing this, Qin Haotian’s face instantly turned ashen, his eyes full of fear. He hurriedly wielded his saber to block, ’clang clang clang’, three loud clashes, sparks flying, the powerful blade energy numbing his arms, splitting his palm, the saber nearly slipping from his hand.

He stumbled back several steps before barely stabilizing himself.

Lin Lengfeng of the "Torrential Rain Sword Sect" also joined the battle, wielding a long sword, his movements graceful like a gust of light wind.