King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 598 - 200: War God Among Women: Yili and Qi Meizhen Turn the Tide and Unleash Their Might
The surrounding air seemed to grow colder with her presence, the already overcast sky becoming even more somber. Threads of cold wind spiraled and howled beside her, emitting sounds like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, adding an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
At this moment, she keenly caught the instant when Bai Zhi’s defense showed a slight gap. The corner of her mouth slightly curled up, her smile like the most piercing frost in winter, exuding a bone-chilling ruthlessness, seemingly able to freeze all warmth in the world.
Her smile was like a black flower blooming in the night, exuding a deadly allure and dangerous aura, chilling to the bone.
She moved with a light grace, each step silent as a ghost, like a phantom.
In her hand, she tightly gripped the Centipede Whip, its spectral and sinister glow flickering in the dim light struggling to penetrate the haze.
The glow seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an endless ghostly aura.
The barbs on the whip’s body were like the menacing claws of a centipede, sharp and cutting, emanating a cold that could easily slice through skin with a touch, instantly injecting poison into the body.
Fu Anxing exuded an aura that sent chills down one’s spine, as if she was not from this world but a demon emerging from the Hell Abyss. At this moment, Fu Anxing waved her slender hand, fiercely wielding the Centipede Whip. The whip, in an instant, became like a black lightning bolt, accompanied by sharp, ear-piercing howls akin to ghost wails, rushing towards Gong Simeng with a thunderous momentum.
The whip sliced through the air with a sharply defined arc, producing a crisp, loud "crack," akin to a venomous snake flicking its tongue, bringing with it deadly danger and a terrifying deterrence.
Each time the whip danced, the surrounding air was sliced by the sharpness, producing a "hiss" sound. The nearby grass and trees were swept aside by the extremely sharp whip wind, leaves falling in droves.
Fu Anxing displayed an unpredictable and defensive Centipede Whip technique, the whip shadows flickering like phantoms.
Her first move, "Venomous Centipede Ambush," with a flick of her wrist, the Centipede Whip shot out like a poised venomous centipede, striking towards Bai Zhi’s throat at lightning speed, the barbs glinting with a cold gleam, intending to take a life instantly.
Bai Zhi’s expression changed slightly upon seeing this, swiftly swinging a three-foot spiked silver stick to block. The silver stick clashed with the Centipede Whip, producing a loud "clang," with sparks flying. Following this, Fu Anxing executed her second move, "Whip Shadows in Chaos."
She turned her slender body, the Centipede Whip in her hand swirling like a black mirage, wildly dancing around Bai Zhi, the overlapping whip shadows dazzling to the eye. Each shadow carried a strong wind force, leaving deep marks on the ground upon impact.
Bai Zhi swung her silver stick with full force, forming a defensive barrier against the onslaught of whip shadows, yet despite this, her garments fluttered wildly in the whip wind, her hair wantonly flying.
The third move, "Soul-Locking Centipede," was the most vicious.
Fu Anxing’s eyes gleamed sharply, her hands swiftly rotating the Centipede Whip, forming a black vortex, exuding a thick dark green poisonous mist, surging towards Bai Zhi.
Where the poisonous mist reached, the air seemed corroded, producing a "sizzle" sound, and the green grass on the ground shriveled instantly, turning into a patch of charred black. Bai Zhi was enveloped by the poison fog, her breath halted.
But she gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort, and swung the silver stick even more swiftly, trying to disperse the poison fog while looking for a flaw in Fu Anxing’s technique.
However, after only three moves, Bai Zhi found herself in an extremely difficult situation, only able to defend and unable to counterattack.
Fu Anxing’s whip was like a nimble and deadly venomous snake, continuously circling Bai Zhi, forcing her to retreat step by step, teetering on the brink of peril. Yet, despite adverSItY, Bai Zhi remained calm and composed, her beautiful eyes radiating determination and resolve.
She clearly understood the potency of the poisonous mist emitted by Fu Anxing’s Centipede Whip, yet she did not fear it.
Since marrying Shi Feiyang, she had absorbed the superior bloodline bestowed by the Sunflower Saintess from Shi Feiyang, granting her strong resistance to poison. Bai Zhi gritted her teeth, her jade hands exerting strength, wielding the silver stick in an impenetrable defense, while sharply capturing the flaws in Fu Anxing’s techniques, quietly waiting for the perfect opportunity to counterattack.
Meanwhile, as Qi Meizhen battled fiercely with Gu Du Ying, the Yellow River Gang Leader, Huang Liangdao, saw that the situation was turning unfavorable, became furious, and shouted in a voice like a thunderous bell, "Brothers, mount the charge, trample these oblivious fools!"
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Yellow River Gang whipped their horses and charged towards the members of the Heroic Sakura Association.
The sound of hooves thundered, dust billowed, and the scene was extremely majestic.
Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his eyes filled with endless chill.
He wore a long, dark robe, his garments fluttering in the wind like a Demon God in the night.
At this moment, he activated the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique—"Supreme Forgetfulness," cold air wafting around him, the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand bursting with dazzling light. His body flashed like a black meteor, rushing into the herd of horses.
He executed the "Three Styles of the Green Satchel," instantly displaying the majestic power of a tiger, his blade movements unparalleled and forceful. Each slash carried the power to split mountains and rocks, toppling Yellow River Gang disciples and horses to the ground; then demonstrating the agility of a deer, his form moving gracefully and smoothly, weaving through the horse herd with agility, his blade like a spiritual snake emerging from its hole, leaving enemies defenseless; showing the steadiness of a bear, his strength strong and solid, the ground seeming to tremble where the blade fell, dismantling enemy offensives one by one; the swiftness of a monkey, his movements rapid as lightning, blade gleams flashing, bringing down several enemies in the blink of an eye; the nimbleness of a bird, his form unpredictable, blade moves alternating between real and unreal, making his next move’s actions impossible for enemies to anticipate.
