King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 363 - 150: Mingyu’s Icy Might Shatters the Enemy Formation, Shi Feiyang Wields His Blade to Slay the Wokou Chief (Part 6)

Shi Feiyang, as if he were the God of the Dark Night hidden in the shadows, his gaze like a torch, took in everything around him. He had already seen through the conspiracies of the Japanese pirates, as if everything was under his control.

His expression was calm and composed, his aura quietly circulating around him, secretly operating the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique—"Supreme Indifference".

This was a transcendental realm, having surpassed all worldly desires, achieving a state of desirelessness.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang’s body seemed to contain a volcano on the verge of eruption, with a surge of True Qi emanating from him, exploding like a tsunami. This True Qi, like a raging storm, fiercely assaulted everything around.

This True Qi quickly coalesced, forming a massive vortex. Within the vortex, the airflow spun wildly, emitting a low and reverberating howl, as if it intended to engulf everything under the heavens and earth, even causing the air to tremble under its power.

The vortex exuded a bone-chilling coldness, instantly condensing the surrounding air into countless tiny crystals of ice, falling like dense snowflakes, shimmering with a cold radiance in the dim light, as if even the light itself was frozen by the chill.

Kato Yoneichi, Kudate Ken, and dozens of other ninjas were instantly swept into the extreme cold vortex of the Bright Jade Technique by this overpowering suction. They were like leaves caught in a storm, unable to resist this force.

Within the vortex, they were like startled birds, struggling frantically, attempting to escape this dreadful predicament using the ninjutsu they excelled in. However, the extreme cold vortex of the Bright Jade Technique trapped them like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to escape.

Some recited incantations in attempts to use the Escape Technique; others quickly formed seals with their hands, trying to summon a defensive barrier.

These ninjas gave it their all in battle, attempting to use their known ninjutsu to withstand the impending attack.

However, against the unbeatable True Qi of the Bright Jade Technique, the ninjutsu they prided themselves on shattered like fragile bubbles, unable to be deployed. The True Qi of the Bright Jade Technique, like an unstoppable torrent, easily breached their carefully constructed defenses.

Their bodies tumbled uncontrollably within the vortex, faces filled with terror and despair. Their eyes were full of the fear of death, having already seen the end of their lives.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang flashed a trace of disdain on his stern face, snorted coldly—a sound not loud, yet as clear as a bell in the chaos. At that moment, a Myanmar Saber had unknowingly appeared in his hand.

His movements were swift and precise, as if everything was within his control.

The blade of this Myanmar Saber was long and slender, the edge glinting with a ghastly cold light, as if speaking of its thirst for blood. Wherever the blade passed, the air solidified, and a murderous aura spread out.

Shi Feiyang executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his figure like a black lightning bolt, swiftly navigating through the extreme cold vortex, stirring gusts of strong wind.

His saber technique flowed like clouds and water, each strike impeccably precise, each strike containing infinite power.

Every strike delivered came with an indestructible fierce saber energy. Wherever the saber energy reached, whether human or object, it was sliced apart by invisible force, leaving deep marks.

The flickering saber light resembled a dazzling lightning bolt streaking through the night sky, illuminating the bloody battlefield.

A few muffled sounds like watermelons being cleaved echoed—those Japanese pirates were successively slain by Shi Feiyang.

Their corpses fell chaotically to the ground, blood splattering, creating an exceptionally brutal scene.

Their bodies, like kites with broken strings, flew uncontrollably out of the vortex under the powerful force of the saber, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing swiftly from their wounds, dyeing the surrounding land, appearing exceedingly striking under the cold moonlight.

This had turned into a one-sided massacre; Shi Feiyang, like a War God, was invincible.