King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang knew well that this fierce battle was not only about his own dignity but also about the safety of many brothers. He must go all out to defeat the formidable enemy in front of him.

"Clang!" A loud noise echoed, the sound of metal clashing was deafening, as if it could shatter a person's eardrums, traveling far in the violent storm.

The sound was like a bolt of thunder, instantly startling the birds in the distant forest. They flapped their wings frantically, soaring high in panic, as if trying desperately to escape the terrifying aura of this dreadful battle.

This loud noise, mixed with the howling of the wind and the patter of heavy rain, filled the world in an instant, making one's heart race uncontrollably, the heart nearly leaping out of the throat.

Xie Luo Jia's sword fiercely struck against Shi Feiyang's saber.

In an instant, sparks flew, and the intense impact spread through the arms of both men like a rushing tide, causing their arms to tingle slightly, as if a powerful electric current had struck, making the muscles in their arms twitch uncontrollably.

Shi Feiyang, being naturally shrewd and adept at seizing opportunities, couldn't help but slightly curl his lips at this moment. A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, like a sly fox discovering its prey's flaws in the dark night, thinking that this impact might become the key turning point to reverse the battle.

However, Xie Luo Jia was full of unwillingness. As the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, he usually stood on high, never faced such setbacks.

At this moment, Xie Luo Jia's brows were tightly knit, eyes seemingly about to spit fire, unable to accept that his extremely fierce strike was easily blocked by Shi Feiyang, a flame of anger burning fiercely in his heart, nearly consuming his reason.

Shi Feiyang, taking advantage of the impact, flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string being manipulated by the wild wind.

Yet, Shi Feiyang displayed astonishing agility amidst the perilous air.

With determined eyes and nimble posture, he unhesitatingly spun around, like an extremely agile swallow, dancing gracefully in the stormy and dark sky.

The movement was seamless, inherent with courage and determination, then he landed steadily on the ground, splashing up muddy water. The splatters, dotting Shi Feiyang's face, didn't mar his image but added a layer of sternness and dominance.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang resembled a War God emerging blood-soaked from the smoke and flames of battle, with an indisputable determination flashing in his eyes.

He was unhurried, moving elegantly like a nobleman, gently wiping the mud off his face, every action exuding a sense of ease, as if the battle before him was merely an insignificant game.

He squinted slightly, a hint of disdain in his eyes, that gaze was almost tangible, like a king from above looking down at an ant-like opponent, mocking Xie Luo Jia's incompetence, crushing the opponent's pride entirely, showcasing Shi Feiyang's inherent pride and confidence.

"Hmph, is that all you've got?" Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, the sound seemingly coming from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hell, wrapped in endless disdain and arrogance, clearly heard amid the howling wind and rain.

His lips slightly upturned, showing a confident sneer, eyes full of self-assurance and contempt, his expression seemingly declaring to Xie Luo Jia that the victory of this fierce battle was already in his possession, completely under his control, like an experienced shepherd controlling the every move of his flock.

Shi Feiyang slightly raised his chin, his face bearing an indomitable, unquestionable expression, his voice carried in the wind and rain, with a might so strong it was irresistible, declaring to the heavens and earth his unwavering determination to win.

Raindrops slid down Shi Feiyang's cheeks, dripping onto the ground, merging with the muddy water, akin to his determination, unwavering, like a pine tree rooted in the cliffs, impervious to the ravages of storm and wind.

At this time, Shi Feiyang's cold snort was especially abrupt in the clamor of wind and rain, a merciless taunt to the enemy, like a sharp arrow piercing straight into Xie Luo Jia's heart, this snort displayed his fearless character, daring to challenge authority.

Upon hearing these words, Xie Luo Jia's face instantly turned ashen, like the heavily oppressive sky before a storm, dense with dark clouds, as if a cataclysmic disaster might descend at any moment.

His forehead veins bulged, like angry worms writhing, revealing his extreme inner fury.

His chest heaved violently, breathing became rapid and heavy, every breath seemingly squeezed out of his teeth, truly unable to endure Shi Feiyang's humiliation, as the Martial Arts Alliance Leader who stood on high usually, when had he ever suffered such treatment!

Xie Luo Jia's eyes were filled with resentment, those eyes like a raging fire, wanting to chop Shi Feiyang into pieces, the burning anger seemed capable of setting the heavens and earth ablaze, reducing everything to ashes.

Xie Luo Jia's face was dark and terrible, his sword in hand suddenly shook, producing a "buzzing" sound, that noise like a roar from the abyss, venting his endless anger from deep within, as if issuing a final, all-or-nothing challenge to Shi Feiyang.

Then, Xie Luo Jia launched another attack toward Shi Feiyang. This time, he unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Thirteen Life-taking Swords, "God-slaughtering Buddha-destroying".