King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 312 - 141: Mingyu’s Icy Sealing of the Battlefield, Hundred Victories Saber Technique Overpowers the Foes (Part 3)

At this moment, someone from the Cultivation Race witnessed this scene, chanting under their breath while their hands quickly formed seals. A mysterious green flame appeared out of thin air, exuding a bizarre aura, like a ferocious beast, claws and fangs bared, lunging towards Shi Feiyang, attempting to engulf him.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was grave, his figure flickered, narrowly avoiding the strike of the mysterious green flame.

He was secretly vigilant in his heart, realizing that the methods of this Cultivation Race were indeed extraordinary and not to be underestimated.

The cultivator who conjured the flame wore a ferocious expression, forming seals with both hands again, incantations spilling from their lips.

The mysterious green flame seemed to receive some sort of command, becoming even more violent, roaring as it surged towards Shi Feiyang once more.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was steadfast, he shouted lowly, "Freeze a thousand miles!" Before the words had even finished, a powerful icy aura burst from his body, instantly freezing the surrounding air into ice. The moment the mysterious green flame touched the cold air, it too was frozen, losing its former arrogance. The cultivator watched in shock, evidently not expecting Shi Feiyang to have such means.

Another cultivator raised both hands, and several black threads, like nimble poisonous snakes, wound towards Shi Feiyang, intending to restrict his movements.

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, the cold air from his Bright Jade Technique burst forth again, instantly freezing those black threads into ice silk, with a "crack" they snapped and fell to the ground like frost-bitten dead branches, losing their original threat.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang executed the "Whirling Winds and Falling Leaves" move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the Myanmar Saber in his hand spinning rapidly, the blade blurring into a silver curtain, transforming into countless falling leaves in the gale, deflecting the incoming weapons from the cultivators around him. The clashing sounds of weapons rang incessantly, like a hurried metal symphony.

The cultivators only felt a powerful, unmatched force coming from the blade, numbing their tiger’s mouth, nearly causing their weapons to slip from their grasp.

Seeing Shi Feiyang so fiercely brave, not only not retreating but growing bolder with each battle, the Cultivation Race was furious and embarrassed, their attacks becoming increasingly fierce.

They no longer held back, each displaying their trump card techniques, vowing to kill Shi Feiyang.

Sword shadows flickered, several long swords glinting with cold light, stabbing straight at Shi Feiyang’s throat; axe blades swung, several large axes carrying the momentum of mountain-splitting rock-breaking, chopping at Shi Feiyang’s legs. These attacks fell like a torrential storm, threatening to drown Shi Feiyang in a sea of metal.

But because Shi Feiyang’s Body Technique was swift, several large axes struck only empty space.

His figure, like a ghost, appeared and disappeared on the battlefield, elusive and untraceable.

A cultivator panted heavily, a magical artifact in his hand flickering with faint light, trying to find a sliver of hope in this fierce battle.

His eyes were filled with anxiety and unease, as if foreseeing the fate he was about to face.

At this moment, the light in the valley gradually dimmed, thick clouds piled like ink, completely obscuring the already faint daylight.

The sky grew darker, the surrounding wind blowing with an intense chill, sweeping across every inch of the mountain.

The leaves and branches of the trees swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds.

In the distance, the mountains became blurred in the dim light, everything shrouded in a layer of mistiness.

There was a pervasive oppressive atmosphere in the air, making people involuntarily feel extremely uneasy.

The surrounding peaks stood like silent giant beasts between heaven and earth, casting large shadows, plunging the valley bottom into somber darkness. Against this gloomy backdrop, Shi Feiyang’s figure appeared even more solitary and resolute.

The piercing cold wind howled, echoing through the valley like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, making the dead branches and leaves on the ground rustle, adding a chill of killing intent. The cultivators couldn’t help but shiver, a inexplicable fear rising in their hearts.

This fear seeped into the bones like the cold wind, chilling them to their core.

Shi Feiyang stood in this hellish "slaughterhouse," surrounded by a faint mist of ice crystals formed from the cold aura emitted by his Bright Jade Technique. This mist seemed to be his shield, fending off external attacks, while also making him appear more mysterious and unfathomable.

One cultivator looked at Shi Feiyang in terror, only to see his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s, locked tightly onto a nearby companion who had revealed a flaw. His eyes were filled with killing intent, preparing to launch a fatal attack in the next moment.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang moved again, his left hand deploying a new move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique—"Dark Moon Assault." As Shi Feiyang’s figure flickered, the cultivator felt as if the surrounding air was suddenly drawn away, becoming thin and oppressive, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

The grasses and trees that swayed in the cold wind seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, suddenly going still. The layer of ice crystal mist also spun rapidly with Shi Feiyang’s movements, reflecting a cold light, like a spectral shadow in the dark night, sending a chill through his heart.

Under the shroud of this spectral shadow, he felt as if he were in a cold hell, with nowhere to escape.

The short sword in Shi Feiyang’s hand, in this dim environment, was like a meteor falling from the night sky, carrying a strange green light, piercing towards the cultivator at a blinding speed.

The short sword sparkled with a cold light in the dim light, like the brightest star in the night sky, slicing through the darkness, straight towards the target.