King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 856 - 249: The Ingenious Scheme That Turns Crisis, Heroes Who Slay the Evil Overlord (Part 4)

Shi Feiyang’s onslaught was relentless; with a swift turn, his left hand grasped at Du Bian Gui’s wrist.

Du Bian Gui was terrified, trying to wield his Japanese Saber to fend off the attack, only to find his movements as slow as a snail in front of Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang’s palm was like an iron grip, instantly snapping Du Bian Gui’s wrist. With a miserable scream, Du Bian Gui’s Japanese Saber clattered to the ground. He clutched his injured wrist, writhing in pain.

Shi Feiyang’s right hand slashed like a blade, bringing the force of a thunderous strike down upon Yamamoto Gekui.

Yamamoto Gekui’s eyes widened in horror as he watched Shi Feiyang’s palm coming at him, helpless to resist. With a "puff," Yamamoto Gekui’s head flew off like a struck ball, tracing a bizarre arc in the air.

Blood gushed like a fountain from his neck, splattering the ground, instantly dyeing the soil a dark red.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes were icy as he scanned the surrounding enemies. Seeing one trying to flee, he snorted coldly, flickered in shape, and appeared behind the escaping foe.

He delivered a powerful palm strike straight to the enemy’s back.

The foe’s body flew like a kite with a broken string, carving a long trajectory through the air before crashing heavily into a large tree.

With a "crack," the trunk snapped, and the enemy, devoid of breath, collapsed limply to the ground.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was like a torch as he continued to search for the next target. He spotted an enemy trembling in the corner, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. He strode forward, reaching out to grasp the foe’s head.

The terrified enemy looked at Shi Feiyang, trying to cry for help, but found his throat blocked, unable to make a sound.

Shi Feiyang applied pressure with his hand.

With a "crack," the enemy’s head split open, brains splattering around in a gruesome scene too horrific to witness directly.

Shi Feiyang casually tossed the body aside, his body stained with enemies’ blood. He appeared like a Death God returned from Hell, filling the remaining enemies with fear, none daring to advance.

Dugu yan’s eyes sparkled with ferocity as he tightly gripped his Long Sword, its blade gleaming coldly like his frozen heart.

With a furious shout, he bellowed, "Shi Feiyang, you dog thief, give me back the lives of my five sons!"

Finishing his words, he unleashed the "Eight Styles of the Famous Sword," a set of fierce sword moves, the flashing sword shadows resembling a silver lightning bolt, carrying a destructive force as he fiercely attacked Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi, yet avoided provoking Shi Feiyang. Aiming for a surprise strike, he intended to take the lives of Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi in an instant. Where the sword moves reached, the air tore with a "sizzling" sound.

Miao Menlong saw Dugu yan’s fierce approach but remained calm and composed, undisturbed.

He narrowed his eyes, exuding steadiness and confidence.

He drew his bow and fitted an arrow, the arrowhead gleaming coldly like a star in the night sky.

He took a deep breath, gathered the deep Inner Strength within his body, and shouted, "Go!"

An arrow shot forth, flying towards Dugu yan like a shooting star, so fast it was dazzling.

The arrow split the long sky with a sharp whistle, seemingly about to pierce through Dugu yan.

Shan Zhi, witnessing the scene, refused to fall behind. Holding plum-flower darts, their sharp points flashed coldly, like countless stars.

He snorted coldly, thinking to himself, "Hmph, Dugu yan, your five sons were worthless; their numerous crimes deserved death by our Grand Squad Leader’s blade. Hmph! You old undying fool, trying to show off in front of me won’t be easy!"

With a flick of his wrist, several plum-flower darts shot towards Dugu yan as Hidden Weapons.

The plum-flower darts traced strange arcs in the air like deadly locusts attacking Dugu yan from various angles.

Shi Xiong, nearby, eyes darted around, thinking, "I can’t lag behind; I must add to Dugu yan’s chaos."

He occasionally used the Poisoned Horned Cone to disrupt, the cone’s ominous glow under the sun emitting a chilling aura.

The Poisoned Horned Cone, screeching through the air, targeted Dugu yan. Though less powerful than Miao Menlong’s arrows and Shan Zhi’s darts, its peculiar angles and hidden venom forced Dugu yan to remain wary.

Dugu yan dodged left and right, anger and anxiety churning within, gritting his teeth secretly, "These three are quite troublesome; if I don’t resolve them today, where does Mingjian Manor’s honor stand!" He swung his Long Sword with flawless precision, deflecting the oncoming arrows, plum-flower darts, and Poisoned Horned Cone.

However, the combined attacks of Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi, and Shi Xiong surged like an unending tide, gradually forcing Dugu yan into a frantic state, sweat beads forming on his forehead, and helpless rage kindled within.

Meanwhile, Xie Wen executed the exquisite "Feixu Qingyan Technique," his form as light as windborne willow catkins, unpredictably drifting. In one hand, he gripped a Long Whip, its agile tip resembling a poised serpent ready to strike, weaving and winding, ready to unleash; in the other hand, he held the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, the net strands shimmering with a chilling light, robust and seemingly capable of ensnaring everything.

At this moment, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile, a smile with a hint of ease mingled with a touch of mockery, as if the fierce combat against the "Outer Border Demoness" Fu Anxing was merely an entertaining game.