King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 320 - 142: Bright Jade Technique Freezes the Demoness, Hundred Victories Saber Shatters the Phantom Sword (Part 6)

Shi Feiyang witnessed the "Poison Heart Witch" turning to escape and immediately let out a cold snort.

The sound of that cold snort seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying with it a bone-chilling coldness and determination.

His figure was like lightning, instantly transforming into a black afterimage, like a specter swiftly pursuing the "Poison Heart Witch."

With his movements, the cold air of the Bright Jade Technique surged around him, and wherever he went, the air instantly congealed into an icy mist, the ground quickly covered in a thick layer of frost. The ice layer spread rapidly, emitting a crisp cracking sound.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang caught up with the "Poison Heart Witch."

The cold air around him, like a raging tide, completely enveloped the "Poison Heart Witch."

The cold air madly corroded the "Poison Heart Witch’s" body, and she only felt a chill rising from the depths of her bones, freezing her limbs and bones instantly, her body stiff and unable to move a fraction.

Within just a few breaths, the "Poison Heart Witch" was completely frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.

The look of terror was forever frozen on her face, as if speaking of her fear of death.

At this moment, the "Phantom Sword Demon" Xiao Yichen, with his last ounce of strength, unleashed the "Phantom Linked Swords."

In an instant, countless sword images surrounded Shi Feiyang from all directions, the sword images flickering like a horde of clawing and tooth-baring specters, with a "swoosh" sound cutting through the air as if to tear Shi Feiyang to pieces.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s gaze instantly sharpened like an eagle’s. He took a deep breath, gathering all his strength onto the Myanmar Saber, executing the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, "Ten Thousand Blades Return as One." The Myanmar Saber in his hand burst with intense brilliance, gathering all his lifetime’s power, transforming into a dazzling saber light, the saber light as dazzling as a blazing sun, emitting a terrifying threat.

The saber light howled forward, emitting a buzzing roar, colliding with countless sword images in an instant.

All that could be heard was a dense crackling sound, like firecrackers going off, the sword images shattering under the impact of the saber light, turning into nothingness. The saber light then directly pierced through Xiao Yichen’s chest.

Xiao Yichen’s eyes widened, full of incredulity.

He could never have imagined that his full-force "Phantom Linked Swords" would be so vulnerable.

At the last moment of his life, he saw knife wounds all over his nose, mouth, neck, and chest, with blood gushing out like a spring, splattering on the cold ground. His body, under the tremendous impact, shattered instantly into thirty-six segments, the fragments scattering all over, creating an unbearable scene.

By this time, all the leaders of Black Wind Valley had been slain by Shi Feiyang.

The cold wind still blew fiercely, like knives cutting against Shi Feiyang’s blood-stained clothes, causing them to flap in the wind, playing a victory dirge for this thrilling battle. Beside Hengshan Xuankong Temple, a chilling atmosphere pervaded.

Numerous corpses lay scattered across the ground, the blood-soaked earth slowly congealing into dark red ice shards in the cold air.

The air was filled with a thick stench of blood and bone-chilling coldness, enough to make one shiver.

In a shady corner not far away, Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, two despicable men, were hiding in the dark, secretly watching the battle.

Their faces were full of sorrow and the desolation of failure, their eyes betraying endless reluctance.

Thinking of the countless treasures they offered to Black Wind Valley, now ending in such a state, pangs of heartache surged within them.

They wanted to cry, to shout, but dared not make a sound, fearing they might alert Shi Feiyang and be cut down by him.

They could only watch helplessly as Shi Feiyang stood in the center of the battlefield, like a War God, while their schemes lay utterly bankrupt, silently enduring the bitterness of failure in that dark corner.