King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 368 - 151: Divine Palm Suppresses Capital’s Experts, Shi Feiyang Breaks Through with Dominance

Moreover, propelled by his profound inner strength, the bronze sleeve flew out like a meteor, tracing a dazzling light in the air and accurately hitting a target fifteen feet away. Even more troubling, the bronze sleeve was attached to a flexible cord; once it hit the target, the cord retracted, and the sleeve swiftly changed direction to strike the target’s vital points again, making it impossible to defend against.

The trajectory of the bronze sleeve in the air was like a deadly serpent, ready to launch a lethal strike at any moment.

Xiang Yushan’s command was like a life-ending talisman.

Lv Yuan, the burly, rosy-faced Jinyi Guard, was filled with regret at that moment, his eyes revealing boundless remorse.

He bit his lower lip tightly, his teeth almost drawing blood, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white and trembled slightly.

But he dared not defy the order. Taking a deep breath, he tapped his feet lightly, and his figure dashed towards Shi Feiyang like a specter. His arms moved swiftly, performing the "Cold Ice Palm," releasing a bone-chilling cold, as his palms descended on Shi Feiyang’s chest like two blocks of ice.

His palm technique was insidious and cruel, the cold air piercing; wherever it went, the air seemed to freeze, and a thin layer of frost even appeared on the ground. The surrounding temperature plummeted, making it feel like being inside an ice cellar.

In the Jianghu, owing to this palm technique, he was nearly invincible, hailed as one of the three greatest masters of the Capital.

"Nine Provinces Staff" Cai Kun, tightly gripping the bronze staff with both hands, let out a loud shout and raised the staff high, sweeping it through the air in an arc, aiming to smash onto Xie Wen’s head with a whistling wind. The bronze staff in his hands was like a black flood dragon, every strike carrying a mountainous force, causing the ground to tremble subtly and the surrounding air to buzz.

Meanwhile, Xie Wen performed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," tapping the ground lightly with his toes, his form drifting backward like a wisp of smoke, gracefully evading the attack. His movements were light and ethereal, like a feather floating in the air, impossible to catch.

Seizing the moment when Cai Kun’s attack missed and old force was exhausted while new force had yet to arise, he tapped the ground with his toes and darted towards Cai Kun like a swallow, swiftly striking out with his palms. The palms carried threads of piercing wind, their shadows overlapping, dazzling those watching.

Xiang Laixiang, heir to the Bai family saber techniques, held her saber in both hands and let out a delicate cry, the saber light flashing like lightning as she slashed towards Lin Wanqing’s throat. Her move was a killing strike, devoid of any mercy in her eyes, evidently showing no leniency towards Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing’s eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes fierce, as her feet moved swiftly, her form light like a nimble deer in the forest, deftly weaving through the saber shadows. She employed the "Willow Body Technique," her figure changing unpredictably and dazzlingly. While evading, she searched for flaws in Xiang Laixiang’s saber technique,

Suddenly, she tapped the ground with her toes, her body spinning like a top, and thrust her long sword, directly targeting Xiang Laixiang’s wrist.

The long sword sliced through the air, emitting a buzzing sound, its tip glinting with a cold light, tearing through the air.

The four of them displayed their skills, the battle intense, and it was hard to determine a winner in the heat of the moment. The other Jinyi Guards swiftly moved; their quick, running steps forming a circle, tightly surrounding Shi Feiyang, Lin Wanqing, and Xie Wen.

Their weapons glinted with cold light, their eyes revealing ferocity and ruthlessness.

The Imperial Envoy, along with officials and generals, silently retreated, their eyes showing a glimmer of indifference and resolve. They had long foreseen the upcoming bloodshed and had no intention of stopping it, allowing this brutal slaughter to unfold.

At this moment, the air within Yizhou City seemed frozen, thick with the scent of blood and tension.

Fortunately, Shi Feiyang had anticipated this. Before the battle ended, his keen insight detected potential danger, prompting him to evacuate the members of the Heroic Sakura Association from Yizhou. Now, only he, Lin Wanqing, and Xie Wen remained within Yizhou City.

Facing the encirclement by the Jinyi Guards, they showed no fear, their eyes resolute. Shi Feiyang spread his legs, stabilized his stance, and clenched his fists, veins bulging, preparing to face the impending challenge.

Lin Wanqing held her long sword, its tip slightly lowered, the blade glinting with a cold light. She stood gracefully beside Shi Feiyang, like a resilient rose blooming amidst the flames of war. Meanwhile, Xie Wen’s form was ethereal, standing on the other side like a wisp of smoke, his gaze alert, constantly attentive to the surroundings.

Facing the ferocious and fierce attacks of Xiang Yushan and Lv Yuan, the two great masters of the Capital, Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, echoing like rolling thunder in the tense atmosphere, "Do you plan to discard the donkey after it’s crossed the bridge? Is this how you treat the heroes who fought the Japanese?"

Upon speaking, his aura abruptly shifted. The vast and boundless inner strength surged in an instant, and he unexpectedly employed the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique — "The Great Forgetting of Emotions." In a flash, he seemed to merge with the heavens and earth, his eyes as cold as a millennium-old icy pond, calm yet exuding endless majesty. With a slight sway of his figure, he crossed his palms, already executing the first move of the Tathagata Divine Palm, "Auspicious Light Appears."

Accompanied by a sound resembling the clash of gold and stone, the palm stance resembled a blade, magnificently slashing towards Xiang Yushan and Lv Yuan.

Shi Feiyang’s palm appeared tangible, yet was more than a blade; its fierce momentum surpassed the sharpest treasure blades in the world.

Where the palm wind passed, the air was sliced, producing a hissing sound.