King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 412 - 159: Celestial Frost Blade Slashes Foes, Bright Jade Technique Seals the Yangtze River (Part 4)
"Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun swung his iron flute, drawing a sharp arc in the air, producing a loud "ding".
His eyes were resolute, filled with heroic spirit as he said, "On our way to Bozhou, no matter how many obstacles, I will use this iron flute as a sword to eliminate all injustice, committing myself fully to the rebellion suppression cause, and even sacrifice will be without regret!"
"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi gently shook his dart pouch, the plum blossom darts inside jingling.
His gaze was like lightning, resembling a soaring eagle, loudly proclaiming, "My plum blossom darts have taken down countless villains. This time in suppressing the rebellion, I must let those rebels taste the power of my plum blossom darts, and if I fall on the battlefield, it will be without regret!"
"Divine Archer" Miao Menlong patted the bow and arrows on his back, the bow made of black iron glinting under the sunlight.
He confidently declared, "Miao Menlong’s archery is unfailingly accurate. When we reach Bozhou, I will ensure those rebels witness my divine archery, avenging the fallen civilians, and even if I fall in battle, it will be my honor!"
"Water Dragon" Jin Liufu grinned, showing a row of white teeth.
He brandished the Water Dividing Needle, which glinted in the sunlight. "On the Yangtze River, during this rebellion suppression, if the fight is in water, I, Jin Liufu, promise the rebels will have no return! Even if it costs my life, I will carve a bloody path for the Imperial Court and the people!"
"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen crossed his arms, his gaze sharp, loudly announcing, "When I reach Bozhou, I will help the Grand Squad Leader grasp the rebels’ movements, leaving them nowhere to hide. Even in the face of danger, I will not retreat, swearing to fight the rebels to the end!"
"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong tightly clasped his hands, his palms black and shiny as if coated with black iron. He shouted loudly, "In this rebellion suppression, I must use these iron palms to smash the rebels to pieces. For the Imperial Court and the people, I wouldn’t hesitate even to be pulverized!"
Their voices rose and fell, echoing over the river, mingling with the sound of turbulent waves, like an impassioned battle song, displaying their heroic and fearless spirit as they prepared for the impending rebellion suppression battle.
Suddenly, a group of Bozhou Vine Armor Soldiers disguised as water bandits appeared on the river ahead.
Their ships were scattered disorderly across the river, attempting to block the path of Shi Feiyang and his companions.
The disguises of these vine armor soldiers were so realistic that it was hard to discern their true identity at a glance.
Shi Feiyang stood firm at the bow, his gaze sharp like that of a high-flying eagle locking onto its prey, eyes sharp enough to cut through all illusion.
He disdainfully snorted, as if the sound came from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying endless contempt: "Hmph, these jumping clowns dare to impede my path!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he acted decisively, reaching out his right hand like lightning to grasp the hilt of the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist.
With a crisp "zing", the Celestial Frost Blade was unsheathed, in an instant, a dazzling cold light emerged, like a chilled phantom from ancient times, instantly tearing through the sky, driving away some of the surrounding darkness.
The blade had a slightly graceful curve, its sharp edge shining brilliantly under the sunlight, like a mirror reflecting all things in the world, yet carrying a fierce aura capable of piercing through all evil.
The blade was etched with mystical runes, flashing slightly like living beings, whispering softly about its extraordinary origins, a chill emanating that could freeze all evil in an eternal winter.
A sudden and monumental change occurred in the aura surrounding Shi Feiyang as he instantly activated the Bright Jade Technique, a legendary martial art of the Jianghu.
In an instant, he seemed to transform into a moving iceberg, surrounded by a layer of intense cold frost.
Wisps of white chill, like lively serpents, continuously escaped from his body, rapidly condensing into crystal-clear ice crystals in the air, these crystals shimmering with a cold and eerie light, like twinkling stars, yet exuding a deadly chill.
The temperature around him plummeted visibly, the previously roaring river surface began to form a thin ice layer, spreading rapidly as if to freeze the entire river surface.
Shi Feiyang gripped the Celestial Frost Blade tightly, its blade glinting with a chilling cold light, resonating with the cold air emanating from him, adding to the fierce and chilling aura, at this moment, he appeared like the Death God in a chilly night, radiating an endless deterrent force.
Immediately, Shi Feiyang’s figure moved with incredible swiftness, transforming into a black shadow, charging toward the enemy ships with unimaginable speed.
With each slash, he exuded an overwhelming and destructive momentum, as if reshaping the Yangtze River.
The blade wind howled, producing a deafening "whoosh" sound, as if it was a roar from Hell, striking fear into hearts. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Under Shi Feiyang’s formidable and unmatched strike, the chain formation of enemy ships crumbled like fragile paper, shattered instantly. Wooden boards flew apart like swirling snowflakes, producing a harsh "crackling" sound, as if lamenting Shi Feiyang’s invincible power.
The river water surged into waves several feet high, like white dragons breaking free of their binds, roaring into the sky, accompanied by the thunderous sound of water, creating an extremely stunning scene that left one in awe of this tremendous power.
On the enemy ships, the vine armor generals Wu Chenghui, Wu Zuowei, Wu Xiang, and Wu San witnessed this scene, a glint of ruthlessness and fear flashing across their eyes simultaneously.
