King of Hundred Victories Saber

A black-clad assassin wielding a scimitar displayed the "Shadow Blade Technique" from the Netherworld Valley. His body moved erratically, like a specter circling around Shi Feiyang. As the scimitar swung, the blade's light flickered, forming strange arcs, aiming straight at Shi Feiyang's vital points.

The surrounding air was sliced by this eerie blade light, emitting a hissing sound, as if countless venomous snakes were flicking their tongues.

Another black-clad assassin held twin hooks, using the "Soul-Stealing" technique.

He danced with the twin hooks in his hands, the hook tips flashing cold gleams, thrusting or hooking with fierce moves, trying to pin down Shi Feiyang. As the twin hooks moved, they generated a whistling wind, chilling to the bone, as if it were the call of the Death God.

Another black-clad assassin wielded a long sword, using a cunning swordsmanship, the "Nether Swordsmanship."

He maneuvered with unorthodox moves, his sword momentum unpredictable, sometimes upwards, sometimes stabbing downwards, making it difficult to anticipate his attack direction.

The sword blade sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistle, as if preluding death, the sharp sound seeming to pierce through one's eardrums.

Other black-clad people either continued to assault Gong Simeng or blocked Shi Feiyang's retreat.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly. As he executed the "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens" move of the "Divine Dragon Claw Technique," in an instant, the air around was disturbed by an invisible force. In the previously dim sky, a golden light suddenly flashed, dazzling like lightning, spreading from Shi Feiyang's center, driving away some of the surrounding darkness. Shi Feiyang's hands shone brilliantly, wrapped as if in golden flames, the brightness so intense it was hard to look at them directly, like two golden suns burning in his hands.

He shook his arms violently, and a powerful Qi force exploded outward from him, emitting a huge "boom," like thunder on a clear day.

Leaves and dust on the ground were instantly swept into the air, whirling chaotically in the strong wind, forming a tumultuous dust screen.

Immediately after, Shi Feiyang's hands moved with extraordinary speed, leaving behind blurred afterimages in the air, truly resembling a Divine Dragon Claw soaring in the nine heavens.

His fingers curved like hooks, each grab accompanied by a sharp sound of air being torn apart, that sound like a dragon's roar, thrilling and echoing endlessly in the valley.

The surrounding trees trembled in this dragon's roar, branches colliding with crackling noises, also feeling the intimidation of this powerful force. The black-clad man wielding the scimitar attempted to block with the scimitar, yet Shi Feiyang's Finger Power was overwhelmingly fierce, instantly shattering the scimitar.

With a "crack," the scimitar broke into several pieces, and the remaining force, unabated, directly pierced through the chest of the black-clad man. Blood splattered out, drawing arcs of blood in the air, exceptionally eye-catching in the dim light. Alongside the black-clad man's screaming, the scene was gruesomely tragic.

The black-clad man using twin hooks attempted a sneak attack, Shi Feiyang sidestepped swiftly, agile as a leopard, and quickly retaliated, grabbing the twin hooks, forcefully twisting them, the hooks flew out, emitting a creaky twisting sound.

Then, Shi Feiyang struck out with one hand, leaving deep finger marks on the chest of the black-clad man, blood gushing out along the finger marks. The screams of the black-clad man echoed in the howling wind, blood-curdling, that sound seeming to pierce through one's soul, sending chills through one's body.

The black-clad man with the long sword saw this and fearfully turned to flee.

Shi Feiyang shouted aloud, "Roar!" The shout was like the ringing of a great bell, vibrating the surrounding air. He pushed forward with both hands, an invisible force surged out like roaring waves, with a "whoosh," directly knocking the fleeing black-clad man dozens of meters away.

"Bang!" The man hit a thick tree trunk, the trunk couldn't bear the blow, making a creaking breaking sound, dying on the spot. The trunk also shook a few times under the massive impact, a few leaves drifted down slowly, mourning the brutal battle.

The wind howled, leaves rustled, trembling for Shi Feiyang's earth-shattering move.

Shi Feiyang's figure darted among the black-clad assailants, his gaze firm and cold, solely for protecting the woman who weighed on his mind.

At this moment, more and more black-clad people abandoned attacking Gong Simeng and turned to besiege Shi Feiyang.

Gong Simeng felt the pressure lessen suddenly, stealing a glance, witnessing Shi Feiyang rushing forward so selflessly to rescue, the grievances and anger in her heart instantly dissipated more than half, and hope rekindled in her eyes.

Gong Simeng hurriedly warned, "Brother Shi, be careful!"

Although knowing Shi Feiyang's martial arts were unparalleled, she still couldn't help but remind Shi Feiyang instinctively.

Shi Feiyang sidestepped, dodging a sneak attack with a knife. He took the opportunity to grab the opponent's wrist, twisting forcefully, a "crack" sound, the wrist breaking sound was clearly audible, the knife dropped, clinking to the ground. Then kicked the opponent flying, the person drew an arc in the air, fell heavily to the ground, with a dull thud.

While dealing with the black-clad assassins, Shi Feiyang asked with concern, "Si Meng, are you okay?"

Gong Simeng replied emotionally, "I'm fine, Brother Shi, you be careful!"

Shi Feiyang shouted, both hands probing and grabbing recklessly, with extremely fast movements, dazzling, he snapped the necks of the last few black-clad men.

The sounds of "crack, crack" followed closely, then he lunged towards the black-clad men attacking Gong Simeng, crushing their sternums, the "creak, creak" sound of bones shattering made one's scalp tingle, pulling their guts out.

A series of ear-splitting crackling sounds resounded, those black-clad men all died miserably on the ground.

Blood spread on the ground, mixed with the surrounding dust, forming a stark, chilling dark red.

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, making one nauseous.