King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 508 - 179: Dragon’s Seven Steps Break the Five Poisons, Shi Feiyang Shocks the Evil Factions (Part 4)
In early summer, Bozhou was scorched by the blazing sun, relentless rays pouring down, baking the earth until it was scorching hot, with a scorching aura filling the air. In the distance, the mountains were continuous, their contours becoming sharper under the fierce sunlight, resembling a dormant giant dragon.
In the forest, the trees were lush and green, their leaves curling slightly under the assault of the high temperatures, yet stubbornly standing tall.
A breeze brushed through, carrying strands of heat, rustling the leaves as if complaining about the intolerable summer.
Shi Feiyang stood between heaven and earth, observing the situation before him, knowing in his heart that he had successfully resolved most of the crisis.
He looked up towards the treetops, exchanging glances with Shi Ying who was hidden there.
The two exchanged a knowing smile, filled with the relief and tacit understanding of having survived a great ordeal.
However, the Vice Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect, Cui Ling, was unwilling to accept defeat and was more worried that his collusion with Yang Biao would be exposed.
Taking advantage of Shi Feiyang’s eyes falling on Shi Ying, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly attacked.
At the same time, Zhong Renwang, the Beggar Gang Leader hidden among the disciples of the Five Poison Sect, raised his hands swiftly, unleashing the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms," a technique that resonated through Jianghu. The palm wind howled, surging like waves.
Beggar Gang Elder Ding Hong did not back down, his iron staff whistling through the air, displaying the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique," the shadows of his staff multiplying, carrying with them a fierce momentum, directly targeting Shi Feiyang’s vital points. Cui Ling tightly held a pair of Five Poison Wheels, their edges shimmering with a ghostly cold light, and his figure flickered, charging towards Shi Feiyang like a phantom. The Five Poison Wheels sliced through the air in two arcs, pressing towards Shi Feiyang with a crushing force.
Meanwhile, the cunning Yang Biao seized the opportunity, crouched down, and stealthily sneaked into the shadows, attempting to escape the fray.
Shi Feiyang sensed the powerful attack coming from behind, yet was unafraid.
His aura surged suddenly, the Bright Jade Technique rapidly operating, enveloping his entire body in a dense blue light in an instant. The light flickered coldly, immediately dispelling the surrounding heat, replacing it with an icy chill.
The chill emitted from him seemed tangible, like countless sharp ice spikes, shooting out in all directions. Wherever they reached, a thin layer of frost formed rapidly on the ground, and the air froze, producing a crisp cracking sound.
Moreover, Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique formed a True Qi vortex, rapidly rotating with him at the center. The air currents within the vortex were like sharp blades, slicing through everything around, producing a sharp whistling sound.
Cui Ling, Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, and the others, just approaching, felt a powerful pulling force rushing towards them, causing their bodies to sway uncontrollably, as if they might be sucked into this terrifying vortex at any moment.
Then, Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, and the Celestial Frost Blade was unsheathed, the blade flashing with dazzling silver light, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the sky. He displayed the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," each strike carrying tremendous power, the saber light flickering like a silver serpent dancing wildly, leaving residual images in the air.
In an instant, the saber wind howled, colliding with the opponents’ palm winds and staff shadows, producing deafening sounds and sparking off flames.
After three moves, Shi Feiyang’s intent to kill grew stronger.
He spotted Cui Ling’s flaw, shouted loudly, and wielded the Celestial Frost Blade, executing the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique "Heaven and Earth Have the Same Life!"
His roar was like thunder blasting from flat ground, causing everyone’s ears to buzz.
He shot up from the ground like a cannonball. As he rose into the air, his aura peaked, his clothes fluttering wildly, seemingly merging with heaven and earth. The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand was raised high, the blade emanating intense light, gathering the infinite power of heaven and earth, like a dazzling sun, radiating blinding brilliance.
He plummeted towards Cui Ling like a falling meteor, the saber strike carrying overwhelming might, where it passed, the air was instantly evacuated, forming a vast void, producing deafening roars.
Cui Ling stared in terror, wanting to evade, but found himself tightly locked by an invisible powerful force, with no escape.
He attempted to raise the Five Poison Wheels to block, but it was in vain.
"Crack!" Shi Feiyang’s Celestial Frost Blade struck heavily on Cui Ling, the powerful saber force directly cleaving him into two halves, blood splattered, and organs spilled all over the ground. Cui Ling’s dismembered corpse lay in a pool of blood, ending his evil life.
Shi Feiyang’s eyes burned brightly, turning towards Zhong Renwang and Ding Hong, his aura growing even stronger, the inherent domineering presence striking fear into his enemies’ hearts.
The Vice Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect, Cui Yu, his eyes flickered with sinister light, tightly gripping a pair of Sun and Moon Wheels, their edges extremely sharp, reflecting cold glints under the sunlight.
He seized the moment, kicking the ground suddenly, his figure swooping towards Shi Ying hidden among tree branches like a ferocious eagle.
The Sun and Moon Wheels howled in his hands, drawing two chilling arcs in the air, producing a "hissing" sound as they cut through the wind.
Shi Ying, initially focused on the battle below with Shi Feiyang, caught sight of Cui Yu attacking out of the corner of her eye, her heart shivering suddenly, as if doused in cold water on a chilly night. Her ink-like brows instantly furrowed, resembling the sudden overlay of killing frost upon lush mountains in spring.
At this critical juncture, she had no time to think, lightly tapping off the sturdy branch with her toes, the branch resembling a harp string gently plucked, and she transformed into a nimble note, her body as light as catkins dancing with the spring wind, nimbly leaping backward.
