King of Hundred Victories Saber

In the storm, black-clad, masked men continually wielded swords and charged forward, impossible to completely kill!

In the battle, Shi Feiyang not only didn't tire but also, by relying on the Bright Jade Technique's vortex suction, absorbed more of the enemy's power, his Inner Power growing thicker, enveloped in the grand energy between heaven and earth. The powerful Inner Strength within him was akin to rushing, scorching, hot magma, madly surging.

At this moment, the wild wind grew fiercer, as if to overturn the entire world. The raindrops fell like dense bullets, crackling and interwoven with the sounds of fierce battle, composing a cruel symphony.

Among the wolf-like, tiger-like crowd, Shi Feiyang moved with agility, weaving through with the ease of a fish in water.

His hands were like two nimble and deadly Divine Dragons, flickering with cold glints under the dark stormy skies. Wherever they went, a scene of bloody chaos followed.

At this time, Shi Feiyang executed a move "Dragon Tail Sweep," his legs instantly transformed into a thick and strong giant dragon tail, spinning at an amazing speed. The rotation dragged the surrounding rainwater, forming small vortices, emitting a powerful suction, swallowing everything that approached.

The "whoosh" of the wind grew loud, akin to a whistling tornado, sweeping towards the surrounding masked men.

Those masked men struck by it flew out like light straw, with no resistance.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of dozens of dull thuds as they heavily fell to the ground, followed by waves of screams breaking through the din of the storm.

Some masked men were hit on the arm, and with a crisp "crack," their arm instantly fractured, hanging limp as blood from the broken bones mixed with rainwater, flowing down and pooling into dark red streams on the ground; others were hit in the waist, curling up like shrimps, rolling in agony in the mud, moaning painfully, their sound particularly miserable in the wind and rain.

Immediately after, Shi Feiyang displayed another move "Dragon Spine Pierce," his body like an arrow leaving the string, rushing towards a masked man with wind-breaking momentum. His right hand was like a sharp spear, the tip seemed to gather infinite strength, with unstoppable force, directly piercing through the masked man's spine.

Blood flowed down Shi Feiyang's arm, forming lines of blood in the rain, akin to winding blood-red snakes, shocking to behold.

In this fierce battle, Shi Feiyang leveraged the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique to full effect.

Each move he made was crisp and sharp, filled with power and speed, as if a War God descended.

Raindrops continued beating on Shi Feiyang, yet they couldn't extinguish the fury in his heart, that rage like a burning sun, intense and fierce, aiming to incinerate all enemies.

As the last masked man fell, Shi Feiyang stood quietly in the rain, his breath steady, gaze unyielding, like a towering monument. Although the fierce battle had ended, Shi Feiyang knew that the enmity with Xie Zhichuan was just beginning.

Shi Feiyang would make Xie Zhichuan pay a heavy price for his actions and make him understand that provoking me would lead to consequences he couldn't bear.

The wild wind seemed ready to overturn heaven and earth, carrying the storm, like an enraged ancient beast roaring and rampaging between heaven and earth.

The sound of the wind was howling, similar to ghostly cries and wolf howls, bean-sized raindrops like dense arrows, crackling on the ground, splashing layers of water, as if trying to wash away all the dirt and evil in the world.

The water on the ground quickly rose, forming swift currents, impacting everything around.

Shi Feiyang stood solitary at the center of this raging storm, just having finished the brutal battle with masked men, his surroundings emitting a chilling aura of death, rain mixing with blood dripping continuously from the corner of his clothes, gathering at his feet into a shocking dark red puddle, resembling a mark of despair left by life's departure.

His gaze was cold and sharp, like a blade flickering with icy light in the dark night, vigilantly observing the surroundings, not missing any corner that might hide danger, guarding against imminent deadly threats.

At this moment, the sound of urgent hoofbeats approached from afar, like dense war drums being frantically struck, extra conspicuous amidst the storm, tearing open a gap.

Lie Quan, Jin Liufu, Xie Wen, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, and Xiang Kun led over a hundred disciples, riding tall horses, galloping swiftly.

Their cloaks rustled in the wild wind, akin to black war banners flying defiantly in the storm.

Though their faces showed weariness from long journeys, skin rough and red from the storm, lips dry and cracked, when they caught sight of Shi Feiyang, their eyes instantly filled with undisguisable joy and excitement, as if that light could pierce through the thick rain.

Lie Quan dismounted quickly and deftly, striding over to Shi Feiyang, kneeling on one knee, his knee hitting the muddy water heavily, splashing up a spray.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, somewhat choking: "Grand Squad Leader, we finally found you! Brothers traveled thousands of miles eating in the wind and sleeping in the dews, hoping to bring you home!"

His eyes were full of reverence and loyalty, for Shi Feiyang was his faith.

Shi Feiyang's eyes showed a hint of warmth, his originally cold gaze instantly softened, akin to a bonfire ignited in the cold night.