King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 364 - 151: Divine Palm Suppresses Capital’s Experts, Shi Feiyang Breaks Through with Dominance

After decapitating Kato Yoneichi, Kudate Ken and several other ninjas, Shi Feiyang’s gaze was like two beams of cold light, sharp as lightning, instantly focusing on Itoda Ichiro, Miyamoto Musashi, and Tengtian Gang, who were engaged in fierce combat with Han Li and Lin Wanqing.

There was a flame of determination and resolve burning in his eyes, and the dawn of victory already sketched a clear outline in his heart.

At this moment, Han Li was like a War God bathed in blood, his whole body soaked with blood, his clothes in tatters. Although he still fought valiantly with indomitable will, his body was swaying, his steps floating as if walking on clouds, each step seeming to exhaust all his strength.

Lin Wanqing retreated step by step under the enemy’s violent attacks, her originally neat clothes becoming a mess, her hair flying wildly.

However, she bit her lip tightly, and her stubborn eyes revealed a determination never to give up, struggling to hold on in adversity.

Witnessing this scene, Shi Feiyang hesitated not at all; like a tiger descending from the mountain in rage, he charged fiercely at the three, enveloping them in endless might. He once again activated the Bright Jade Technique, his True Qi surging like a raging river, coursing furiously through his meridians, flowing endlessly.

The ultimate cold air burst forth from within him, transforming into a formless yet terrifyingly chilling frost net, spreading towards Itoda Ichiro, Miyamoto Musashi, and Tengtian Gang with an overwhelming force.

Where Shi Feiyang passed, the air instantaneously froze, emitting a faint yet clear "crackling" sound, even the air bending under this extreme cold power.

Shi Feiyang’s hands danced rapidly like phantoms, fingertips emitting threads of cold air, akin to agile and lethal serpents, accurately striking at the three men’s acupoints. His technique was exceptional, each strike as if precisely calculated, hitting the target accurately.

Itoda Ichiro, Miyamoto Musashi, and Tengtian Gang felt an icy stream instantly invade their bodies, like cold steel needles piercing their acupoints.

In a moment, their acupoints were frozen, their blood turning viscous and almost solid under the extreme cold.

They stared wide-eyed in terror, their eyes full of despair and fear, attempting a desperate counterattack with the "One Blade Slash into the Wind", yet finding their bodies seemingly immobilized, stiff to the point of being unable to move, no matter how they exerted all their strength, they couldn’t mobilize any power within.

While they were immobile, Shi Feiyang raised his Myanmar Saber high. The blade gathered a destructive power, the blade’s light in the cool moonlight flickering with a daunting glow, signaling the impending deadly blow.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a great bell, shaking the surrounding air. The Myanmar Saber in his hand slashed down with irresistible force. With several loud "crack" sounds, resembling a giant axe cleaving age-old stones, or thunder shattering the sky, the heads of Itoda Ichiro, Miyamoto Musashi, Tengtian Gang, and the like were chopped off by Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber like ripe fruit.

Their headless bodies, under inertia, stood briefly, then fell heavily to the ground with a "boom", raising a cloud of dust. Blood gushed forth like a fountain from the neck stumps, tracing crimson arcs in the air, swiftly pooling into a ghastly blood puddle on the ground.

Shi Feiyang then let out a thunderous roar: "Kill! Close the city gates, trap them like dogs!"

The roar echoed like reverberating thunder across the bloody battlefield.

Before the roar had even faded, he gripped the saber handle tightly, his figure like a black lightning bolt, rushing out of the inn, heading straight for the Wokou fighting with the Great Ming Court officials and soldiers in the city. Seeing Shi Feiyang’s valor, Li Song and other Ming Army generals’ morale soared, their blood boiling in their chests.

They fought side by side with Lin Wanqing, Xie Wen, and the Liaodong Martial Arts figures, brandishing their swords, their eyes blazing with fury, bravely killing the Wokou in the city.

Shi Feiyang moved nimbly and swiftly, each movement like a tiger descending a mountain, carrying an endless might.

Where he went, the Wokou fell like leaves swept by a storm. His Myanmar Saber shimmered in the moonlight with a cold light, like the scythe of the Death God, mercilessly reaping sinful lives.

Each slash brought up a fierce gust of wind, blade light passing by, blood splattering, Wokou’s broken limbs flying in all directions, painting a grim picture. The Ming Army generals closely followed, brave and fearless, their eyes filled with determination, vowing to annihilate all Wokou, leaving not a single one alive.

Their swords clashed with the Wokou weapons, sparking dazzling sparks, the cries of battle and the sound of clashing weapons intertwined, deafening, with even the ground trembling in this fierce battle.

The battle in the city grew ever more intense, reaching a fever pitch.

The cries of battle, clashing weapons, and painful screams intertwined into a tragic war song.

Lin Wanqing and Xie Wen coordinated seamlessly, their swordsmanship fierce and swift, the sword flowers flickering like two lightning bolts across the sky, where they passed, Wokou fell down with cries, causing fear wherever they tread.

The Liaodong Martial Arts figures were not to be outdone, showcasing their skills, with powerful and vigorous fist techniques, their palm techniques carried a commanding power, knocking down each Wokou, their offensive unstoppable like autumn winds sweeping fallen leaves.

With the addition of Shi Feiyang and others, the Ming Army’s morale climbed higher, like a raging fire, gradually gaining the upper hand.