Chapter 987 - 272: Xiangyu’s Passion Burns Like Fire, Feiyang’s Overlord Blade Slays a Thousand Heroes (Part 3)

The air was thick with a strong scent of blood, like a heavy haze, suffocating everyone.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the attack of over a thousand men, like a towering War God, emanating a fierce aura, unyielding in his blood-soaked counterattack.

Shi Feiyang’s right hand steadily gripped the Celestial Frost Blade, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, akin to ghostly flames flickering in a cold night, eager to drink the blood of his foes, recounting its countless killings.

Suddenly, his aura transformed, his powerful Inner Strength surging like turbulent waves, stirring the air into a fierce whirlwind, as the swordsmen felt an overwhelming force assailing them, almost toppling them.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed the deadly move "The Universe’s Longevity" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the apex of its kind. Its emergence could change the winds and clouds, filling the heavens and earth with a chilling atmosphere akin to midwinter’s frost, icy and bone-chilling.

His figure soared upwards like a dazzling white light, piercing the bloodstained sky.

The arc of blade light traced a huge crescent, likened to a golden moon, wielding the power to create and destroy worlds, descending fiercely upon the swordsmen.

Where the blade light reached, the air split like fragile paper, emitting a "hissing" sound, followed by the cracking sounds akin to breaking bones, as blood splashed relentlessly, severing countless heads that traced arcs of blood in the air, slicing bodies in halves, collapsing heavily on the ground, staining a vast stretch of land with blood.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang’s left hand summoned the Divine Dragon Claw technique, executing the move "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens". His left hand’s fingers spread wide, wrapped with strands of azure True Qi, like five nimble little snakes, glittering mysteriously in the sunlight.

Accompanied by a roar akin to an ancient dragon’s cry, the wave of sound pierced through time and space, buzzing in everyone’s ears, as the azure True Qi expanded rapidly, forming a giant dragon claw phantom, sweeping towards the swordsmen with world-shattering force.

Where the dragon claw passed, violent winds howled, sand and stones flew, uprooting bricks from the ground and tearing up surrounding trees, leaving ruin in its wake.

With the coordination of these two supreme Martial Arts, Shi Feiyang dominated the battlefield.

Several swordsmen charging at the front were enveloped by the massive blade light before they could react.

Amidst their screams, their bodies were instantly cleaved in half, blood spurting like a fountain, entrails scattering on the ground, intestines spilling out, an unbearably gruesome scene.

Simultaneously, the dragon claw phantom clasped onto several swordsmen, its powerful suction trapping them tightly, their frantic struggles futile.

As Shi Feiyang clenched his fingers, those swordsmen were shredded to pieces by the dragon claw, flesh flying, torn limbs splattering, some limbs landing on rooftops, others in distant flower beds, a tragic spectacle.

The surrounding swordsmen, witnessing the scene, paled to the color of paper, their legs trembling, hardly able to stand. Yet, driven by the allure of Xu Fu’s Immortal Pill and the Holy Heart Technique, they had lost their senses, like beasts blinded by desire, still crazily charging at Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang spun deftly in the air like a rapidly turning top, his Celestial Frost Blade and left hand dragon claw dancing continuously, the blade light shimmering densely, like stars in the night sky or falling snowflakes, each blade light bearing lethal power.

Under the blade light, swordsmen were hit, some losing arms, their severed limbs bleeding profusely on the ground, others struck in the thighs, exposing their bones, leaving severed limbs scattered, painting the ground into a sea of blood.

Shi Feiyang’s left hand dragon claw phantom wove through the enemy ranks, each pass capturing a swordsman.

The dragon claw seemed alive, precisely grabbing vital points of some swordsmen.

The captured swordsmen either had their necks snapped, their heads drooping limply, or were gutted, their entrails spilling out, a horrendously unbearable sight. In an instant, the cries of massacre, screams, and the clatter of falling weapons mingled into a chaotic and terrifying symphony.

The air was thick with the poignant scent of blood, causing near fainting.

The blood gathered on the ground into a sea, with Shi Feiyang’s figure appearing increasingly towering and terrifying, like a Demon God from Hell, emanating a chilling aura, reaping souls.

In the wide courtyard of Mingjian Manor, once peaceful and serene, now turned into an earthly Xiuluo Scene, the sunlight continued to pour down, yet tainted into a dreary dusk by the pervasive bloody atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang stood proudly, like an ancient War God, his body surrounded by True Qi of the Bright Jade Technique, forming a subtle yet imposing vortex.

The vortex stirred the surrounding air, exhaling a deep whistling, as if countless souls were wailing. The air was thick with a chilling aura, like a heavy haze, weighing on everyone’s hearts, causing near suffocation.