King of Hundred Victories Saber

The rain mixed with the enemy's blood flowed on the ground, forming glaring streaks of blood.

Just as Shi Feiyang was intensely battling the masked foes, he suddenly felt an overwhelmingly powerful aura rushing towards him like a raging torrent. The aura was heavy and oppressive, freezing the air around him.

A masked figure appeared before him like a ghost. This person was completely untouched by the rain, as though isolated from the wild, rampaging storm, like coming from another world.

The black clothes he wore were smooth and tidy, without a single crease, untouched by time and weather.

Shi Feiyang immediately realized this person's martial arts skill and deep inner strength were immeasurable.

In an instant, the two engaged in a fierce duel. Shi Feiyang felt that the opponent's sword moves were extremely sharp, each strike carrying a lethal aura.

The opponent's sword was like a silver lightning bolt, swiftly weaving through the rain. The sword wind sliced the air with sharp hissing sounds, akin to a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Shi Feiyang cautiously countered these fierce sword moves.

His mind operated like a high-speed machine, quickly recalling the contents of the "Nine Yin Scripture."

Suddenly, a revelation struck him, and he realized that the man's swordsmanship was the feared "Thirteen Life-taking Swords" of the Jianghu.

This sword technique was elusive and unpredictable, each strike aiming directly for vital points, capable of killing in an instant — extremely difficult to handle.

Every thrust came with a chilling sense of foreboding, able to freeze a person's soul instantly.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and channeled the seventh level of his Bright Jade Technique power.

In that moment, his true qi surged like a tidal wave, forming an immensely powerful vortex, completely enveloping the masked man. The vortex emitted a buzzing sound, like a slumbering giant beast groaning.

Despite the masked man's impressive swordsmanship, his moves began to slow under the vortex's immense hindrance, each strike tugged by an invisible force. Surprise and unwillingness flickered across his face, sweat started to bead on his forehead, rainwater trickling down his cheeks, blurring his vision.

Seizing the moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate move "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens" from the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique.

His hands became massive claws radiating icy light, with an overwhelming force aimed straight at the masked man's shoulder blades. The force seemed capable of moving mountains and filling seas, compressing the air with a resounding "bang" sound.

The masked man could not dodge in time, feeling a burst of pain in his shoulder blades, as if a towering mountain had crashed down. His body lost balance instantly, and his sword clattered to the ground with a clear, echoing ring upon impact.

Shi Feiyang seized him, eyes wide like copper bells, and thundered, "Speak! Who sent you?" His voice was thunderous, clear through the storm, infused with undeniable authority.

The masked man grimaced under Shi Feiyang's iron grip on his shoulder blades, cold sweat pouring like rain, large beads rolling down from his forehead, merging with the downpour. Yet, he gritted his teeth, refusing to speak, stubbornness etched across his face.

Shi Feiyang tightened his grip abruptly, and the masked man could not help but scream in agony, sharp and piercing, cutting through the tumult of the storm. Unable to withstand the pain, he confessed, "It... it was the Young Manor Master Xie Zhichuan from Divine Sword Manor who sent us. I am the disciple of the Grand Martial Arts Alliance Leader Xie Luo Jia, and also Xie Zhichuan's seventh senior brother…"

A glint of coldness flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, burning with a furious fire in his heart: "So it was him! This debt, I will definitely settle with him properly!"

With that, he tossed the masked man fiercely to the ground, splashing mud and water around him, oblivious to the splatter on himself.

Then, Shi Feiyang turned again, like an enraged lion, charging back into the heated battle against the other masked men.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's killing intent intensified, radiating an aura that chilled those around.

The fierce winds howled like countless enraged beasts, stirring the world into chaos.

Torrential rain poured down as if the sky had burst its banks, the deluge from the heavens resembling countless sharp silver whips lashing the earth. Large raindrops pounded on the shabby inn's roof with a heavy thud.

That sound was like war drums pounding, unsettling to the soul.

Outside the inn, the water level rose rapidly, in the blink of an eye submerging everything up to the knees. Murky water spun around like demons brandishing fangs and claws, greedily devouring everything around. The water rammed against the inn's walls with a loud roar, as if intending to raze the inn to the ground in an instant.

At this time, a dozen more dark figures emerged like phantoms from the storm. Their silhouettes flickered in the rain, making no sound with their steps on the water, emanating an icy and perilous aura.

Their eyes were cold and hollow, devoid of emotion, like machines of slaughter.

At the sight, Shi Feiyang's heart surged with endless fury, sparking his desire to kill.

He took another deep breath, channeling the Bright Jade Technique to the Eighth Realm — "Aloof from the Mundane"!

In an instant, a massive force surged through him, his powerful inner strength raging like molten lava through his meridians, seeming to want to burst out, unleashed.