King of Hundred Victories Saber

In an instant, Xie Luo Jia's aura seemed to burst through the sky, burning like a raging flame, suddenly rising to its peak, instantly merging with the vast heavens and earth. Every move he made carried the majesty and power of the universe, as if he had become the master of the world, controlling the life and death of all things.

He was certain in his heart that this move would surely make Shi Feiyang submit, the veins on his forehead protruding high due to force and anger, like twisted little snakes. His facial muscles were taut, and his eyes revealed a near-mad obsession.

His sword moves were extremely fierce, each strike carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, seemingly capable of splitting mountains and breaking rocks, as they swiftly thrust towards Shi Feiyang's vitals.

Before the sword even reached, the fierce Sword Qi had already preceded it, carving deep scars into the ground, splashing mud and water. The scene was magnificent as the earth was mercilessly torn by the Sword Qi, emitting a painful wail that sounded like the howls of countless wronged souls.

Xie Luo Jia's sword moves stirred the wind, making a "woo woo" sound, as if Death was humming in the darkness, or as if it was a curse from the depths of Hell Abyss, sending a bone-chilling cold rising from the heart, as if the soul would freeze.

Shi Feiyang felt the immense pressure contained in Xie Luo Jia's move, a pressure like a towering and immovable mountain pressing down on him, causing him to almost suffocate, his chest seemingly grasped tightly by an invisible large hand.

But he had no intention of retreating in the slightest, taking a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like surging waves, channeling the Bright Jade Technique to its extreme.

In an instant, the white mist of True Qi around Shi Feiyang grew more intense, like a blazing white fire emanating bursts of cold air, that coldness akin to endless frost in the cold night, capable of freezing all things in the world.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was as firm as iron, staring intently at Xie Luo Jia's sword moves, his mind operating like the most precise instrument, rapidly processing in a split second, not missing a single slight flaw, as if he were a seasoned, keen-eyed hunter seeking the most fatal point of his prey.

He silently cheered himself on in his heart, repeatedly telling himself that he must not be defeated by this move, he must protect his justice and dignity.

Sweat continuously oozed from his forehead, mixed with rainwater, sliding down his cheeks, bearing witness to the intertwining tension and determination in his heart. Just as Xie Luo Jia's sword was about to pierce Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang's eyes narrowed like a cold star twinkling in the night, a hint of resolve flashing across his face.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang's figure flickered, displaying the exquisite Lightweight Technique Body Technique of "Deep Concealment of Body and Name", moving like a black phantom, with a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Only to see Shi Feiyang instantly evade this fierce strike, leaving only a faint afterimage in place, making the onlookers gasp in astonishment, as in a breath's time, everyone was shocked by this incredible speed.

As Shi Feiyang dodged, he stirred up a rapid gust of wind, much like a meteor streaking across the night sky, the wind howled sharply and abruptly, causing people's hearts to race, as if their hearts would jump out of their throats. This wind was a testament to his speed and the prelude to his victory, showcasing his unflinching calmness and agile reaction in the face of danger.

Immediately after, Shi Feiyang performed "Nine Transformations of the Dragon Shadow" from the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique. In an instant, his left hand seemed to be imbued with the power of nine divine dragons, transforming into nine black shadows, rapidly clawing towards Xie Luo Jia's chest.

Shi Feiyang's eyes revealed a hint of fierceness, akin to a hungry wolf staring at its prey, his face bearing a determined expression that would not cease until the goal was achieved, thinking in his heart that this move must let Xie Luo Jia taste its power and end this seemingly endless conflict.

The shadow claws carried a whistling wind sound, as if they would tear the air apart, like sharp scissors cutting through the air's barrier, making a "sizzling" noise.

Xie Luo Jia was taken aback, his face filled with terror, his eyes widened like two brass bells about to pop out of their sockets, his lips trembling slightly, instantly gripped by a fear that seized his throat tightly.

Xie Luo Jia hurriedly raised his sword to block, a series of dense metal clashes resounded, "ding ding dang dang," exceptionally piercing in the wind and rain, like countless thunders exploding beside one's ears, shaking the surrounding people's ears painfully, as if countless heavy hammers were crazily pounding at their eardrums.

This sound of metal clashing intertwined with the sound of wind and rain, pushing the tension of the intense scene to its climax, everyone holding their breath, their eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang and Xie Luo Jia, afraid of missing any exciting moment in this pinnacle duel.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were like torches, sharply pinpointing the gaps in Xie Luo Jia's defense, his gaze instantly becoming as keen as a hawk locking onto its prey, flashing a trace of ferocity like a menacing beast in the night poised to pounce, having already considered Xie Luo Jia before him as a thing in the bag.

His face was taut, with lines as sharp as knife cuts, his expression becoming unusually ruthless, as though shrouded by a millennium of frost that exuded a chilling aura making one fearful at a glance like an ice-bound snow mountain.

In this lightning-fast moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly exerted force, performing "Blade Breaking the Firmament" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. Only to see him raise the saber high, as though it was infused with the power of an Ancient Demon God, the saber blade glimmering with ghostly cold light, like a black lightning about to cleave the night sky. As he slashed down with all his might, the long saber wrapped in a howling wind, the sharpness as if wailing ghosts and howling wolves, as though countless wronged souls mourned this battle, adding a chillingly terrifying atmosphere to this deadly strike.