King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang looked down at the bodies on the ground, his gaze devoid of any ripple of emotion. He lifted his foot and walked toward the next enemy, his steps firm and ruthless. His eyes gleamed fiercely as he unleashed a move called "Dragon Rising to the Sky," like a black meteor shooting into the sky. Spinning mid-air, his twin claws, as sharp and glinting as two cold blades, clawed toward the two masked men below.

"Puff, puff," the sound echoed, as his claws deeply embedded into the backs of two masked men, their blood instantly staining their clothes red.

Shi Feiyang yanked hard, tearing open two large gashes on the backs of the masked men, who screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, struggling miserably in the mud and water. As Shi Feiyang looked at the struggling enemies on the ground, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he lifted his foot to stomp down hard on their heads.

"Crunching" sounds were heard as the heads of the two masked men were crushed, ending their wicked lives.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang had already slain dozens of black-clad men.

The sound of crunching bones echoed continuously, mixing with blood and rain, forming winding rivers of blood on the ground.

Standing amidst the bloody river, Shi Feiyang appeared especially tall and severe, his body covered in the blood of enemies that couldn't be washed away by the incessant rain, which failed to cleanse the ruthless aura emanating from him.

The remaining masked men, witnessing the scene, exhibited unexpected ferocity and courage. Far from showing any intention to retreat, they were instead thoroughly provoked by Shi Feiyang's intimidating strength, stirring their hidden ferocity.

They raised their heads and howled beastlike roars, their voices coarse and piercing, like the desperate roars of cornered beasts.

The howls reverberated freely in the stormy wind and rain, brimming with endless insanity and unwillingness, seemingly intending to shatter the oppressive rainy night.

A fanatical and near-obsessive gleam flickered in their eyes, a determination to drag Shi Feiyang into a never-ending abyss with their so-called madness and fearlessness.

In an instant, they moved swiftly, coordinating seamlessly, forming a Life-taking Thirteen Swords Formation by drawing their swords together.

One could see their agile forms, feet intertwining, and amidst the flashing swords, cold light radiating in all directions.

Each blade, under the rain's wash, exuded a chill, the raindrops on the sword bodies being shaken off by the Sword Qi, splattering around.

Within the Sword Array, sword to sword resonated, emitting a low "buzzing," as if demons from Hell were chanting a dirge of death.

The momentum of that Sword Array was majestic, like a tightly woven net of death enveloping towards Shi Feiyang, the air filled with suffocating tension, sending shivers down one's spine.

Facing the oncoming Life-taking Thirteen Swords Formation, Shi Feiyang's eyes gleamed with boundless ruthlessness. With a cold snort, tinged with chill, he executed the "Dragon Presentation" move, his body moving like a bolt of lightning, instantly closing in on the Sword Array.

His hands turned into two black afterimages, grasping toward the two black-clad men at the edge of the Sword Array with such speed that left no time for reaction. "Crack, crack," two crisp sounds erupted like thunder in the rainy night.

The wrists of those two black-clad men were instantly crushed by Shi Feiyang, and the swords in their hands clanged as they fell, sinking into the mud.

Before the other black-clad men could react, Shi Feiyang spun his form, executing the "Finishing Touch" move.

His right hand, like a black flash of lightning, struck directly at a black-clad man's throat.

The masked man, eyes wide with terror, attempted to dodge but found himself immobilized as if frozen.

Shi Feiyang's fingertip precisely struck the vital point at his throat. Accompanied by a muffled "puff" sound, the man's throat was pierced, blood gushing like a fountain, mixing with rainwater, and splattering onto the ground.

Taking advantage of the Sword Array's vulnerability, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Flying Dragon Dance" move.

His hands fluttered up and down, like two agile and fierce dragons dancing wantonly within the Sword Array.

Every swing stirred up a gust, the wind wrapped with rainwater cutting the surrounding air like blades, producing a "hissing" sound. Where his claws reached, the swords in the hands of black-clad men were snapped one after another, the cracking of breaking blades resounding without end.

Simultaneously, his claws followed suit, gripping the bodies of the black-clad men. With a few dull "puff" sounds, blood streaks appeared on the men's bodies, instantaneously dyeing their clothes in red.

Soon after, Shi Feiyang executed the "Flying Dragon Riding the Clouds" move. He leaped high, drawing a black arc in mid-air, like a massive dragon soaring in the sky, with destructive momentum, swooping toward the center of the Sword Array.

Upon landing, his palms thrust forward fiercely, sending a potent Palm Force that blasted the surrounding black-clad men away.

With several "bang, bang, bang" sounds, the men fell heavily into mud and water like kites with broken strings, splattering large patches of turbid water.

And the swords clutched by those blasted away shattered mid-air, producing crisp snapping sounds, then scattered to the ground, glinting coldly under the rain's wash.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang, relying on the fierce Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, crushed these black-clad men and their swords one after another.

Before him, the Life-taking Thirteen Swords Formation, though seemingly formidable, was as fragile as paper.