King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 311 - 141: Mingyu’s Icy Sealing of the Battlefield, Hundred Victories Saber Technique Overpowers the Foes (Part 2)

When the Cultivation Race witnessed Shi Feiyang, all alone, still displaying fearless courage and steadfastly approaching the enigmatic, peril-filled cave, their hearts ignited with a blaze of fury, like a spark catching fire, burning instantly, their anger soaring to the skies, unable to be contained, as if the entire horizon was being dyed a fiery red.

In an instant, they surged toward Shi Feiyang like a tidal wave, the speed so fast that in the blink of an eye, they surrounded him completely, not leaving a single gap for escape, even the air seemed compressed, finding no refuge.

In this dim light, their tightly gripped weapons gleamed with a chilling cold light, that glow like countless sinister fangs, accompanied by the piercing sound of the wind, stabbing and slashing toward Shi Feiyang from all directions with overwhelming force, the offensive extremely fierce.

In the blink of an eye, the flashes of blades and shadows of swords intertwined into deadly nets, the intense killing intent almost congealing into substance, permeating the surrounding space like a heavy mist, enveloping everyone’s hearts, causing near suffocation, even breathing became exceptionally difficult.

Facing such a critical situation, Shi Feiyang’s expression was stern as frost, his eyes flickering with a cold glint, resembling the most biting cold star in the winter night, exuding a resolute determination that chills to the bone. His form suddenly moved, fast like lightning, his right hand like a black phantom, tightly gripping the sharp Myanmar Saber, confronting the enemies from all sides. His movements were swift and decisive, each action filled with power and determination.

The Myanmar Saber exuded a chilling cold air, like the embodiment of a fierce winter wind, the blade glowed faintly, seemingly silently singing a prelude to the impending bloody slaughter.

Amidst the flashes of blades and shadows of swords, Shi Feiyang lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his body suddenly spinning, like a whirlwind of unmatched swiftness, the Myanmar Saber in the air traced an extremely dazzling silver arc, with a "swoosh" sound, precisely snagging a spear aimed straight at his chest. The spear tip clashed with the blade, emitting a loud "clang," like a great bell ringing in a vast valley, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently.

Visible airwaves scattered, sparks flew, akin to the most splendid fireworks blooming in the night sky, illuminating this dim space in an instant.

The Cultivation Race’s offensive was like a surging, never-ceasing tide, one wave following another, without a trace of gap.

They seemed to have placed life and death outside of consideration, all just to achieve their goal, at any cost.

Shi Feiyang had just blocked the spear, when a broadsword carrying the force of a thousand pounds came roaring from the side with the power of thunder, the gust from the blade as if to tear the space apart, intending to cut him in half at the waist.

The power of this strike could chill any opponent.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze instantly sharpened, his eyes brimming with a cold glint, his foot lightly tapped, employing the Mysterious Lightness Technique of "Deep Concealment of Body and Name."

His figure flickered, like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable.

He appeared like a vaporous, uncatchable illusion, or as a light and nimble swallow, suddenly soaring into the air.

His movements were light and graceful, seemingly performing a silent dance, yet filled with deadly danger.

In mid-air, he executed an exceptionally neat flip, actions smooth and unbroken, the broadsword narrowly grazing past his garment, striking the ground with a muffled "bang," raising a large cloud of dust, like thunder exploding in a flat field.

Shi Feiyang, leveraging the momentum of his descending body, wielded the sharp Myanmar Saber, seamlessly performing a masterstroke from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique - "Autumn Wind Sweeps Leaves." This saber move was swift and fierce, like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

In an instant, several slashes of sharp blade light swept fiercely like an autumn wind scattering leaves, carrying intense killing intent, slashing through with "swoosh swoosh swoosh" like lightning, where the blade light reached, the air seemed to be invisibly sliced apart, emitting a "sizzle" sound, forcing several cultivators attempting to get close to retreat repeatedly, their faces filled with fear, their eyes revealing deep awe and reverence for Shi Feiyang.

At the same time, a long staff stealthily attacked from behind Shi Feiyang without a sound, carrying the whistling wind, like a black lightning bolt, striking straight at Shi Feiyang’s vulnerable back. Shi Feiyang, relying on his extremely keen perception, immediately sensed the attack from behind, swiftly turning around, applying the Bright Jade Technique.

In an instant, a faint white halo radiated from his body, the aura emitting a biting cold, seemingly freezing all things in the world.

The cold quickly spread, instantly forming ice mist in the surrounding air, the ground rapidly covered with a thick layer of frost, the temperature around suddenly plummeting, quickly entering a world of ice seal.

Shi Feiyang horizontally blocked with the Myanmar Saber in his hand, the long staff heavily slammed into the blade with a loud "boom," the impact causing Shi Feiyang’s arm to tremble slightly, yet his expression remained unchanged, leveraging the force, his left foot kicked out sharply with a "whoosh," like an arrow leaving a bow, accurately hitting the chest of the staff-wielding person.

That person had no time to react, only feeling a huge force surging towards him, with a "waa" sound, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire body like a kite with a broken string flying backwards, tracing an arc in the air, crashing heavily to the ground, dying instantly.