Master Yuan Chi’s eyes glimmered with admiration.
He knew that Shi Feiyang’s martial arts cultivation had reached a new height, enough to be the envy of heroes.
Wu Hong faced Shi Feiyang’s fierce assault, like a storm, without showing any sign of retreat.
His gaze was steadfast, as if telling everyone that no matter how formidable the opponent, he would not give up easily.
The long whip in his hand moved like a nimble snake, each swing accompanied by the sharp sound of tearing through the air.
In their tense and fierce duel, the two constantly changed their moves, sometimes swift as a tiger descending the mountain, sometimes grand as a dragon surging out to sea.
Amid the deafening clash, Shi Feiyang and Wu Hong’s figures intersected, and the saber and whip collided, sparking violently, the battle scene exceptionally fierce.
This time, the hooked whip in Wu Hong’s hand, during the intense duel with Shi Feiyang, was deftly deflected by the latter’s Myanmar Saber, veering off its original path.
As a result, the hooked whip accidentally lashed onto the neck of the Nineteen Eagles under Wu Hong.
The sharp hook deeply pierced Nineteen Eagles’ throat. With a pull, his neck burst open, blood gushing out. In silent agony, Nineteen Eagles fell to the ground, instantly dying.
Meanwhile, the Eighteenth Eagle was unfortunately hit hard by Shi Feiyang’s palm, fracturing his zygomatic bone.
He tilted his head in pain, his body losing balance, falling sideways to the ground.
Accompanied by a strange, miserable cry, Eighteenth Eagle spat out blood from his mouth and expired.
The Seventeenth Eagle’s double hammers, under Shi Feiyang’s fierce palm force, were deviated from their original path, slamming obliquely onto the shoulders of the Sixteenth Eagle. The immense force crushed Sixteenth Eagle’s shoulders in an instant, killing him.
The Fourteenth Eagle and Fifteenth Eagle’s blades and halberds, disturbed by Shi Feiyang’s palm force, clashed, sparking countless sparks. Both felt intense pain at their tiger mouths, and their arms went numb from the massive impact.
They stumbled back several steps, trying to stabilize themselves, but ultimately collapsed helplessly to the ground, the scene in chaos.
Immediately after, Shi Feiyang gripped his sharp blade tightly, his figure moving swiftly like the wind.
He executed the brilliant move "Eternal With Heaven" from his Hundred Victories Saber Technique once more.
At that moment, his blade light streaked across the night sky like a meteor, unstoppable, as if it could slice through the confines of heaven and earth.
Simultaneously, his left palm unleashed a move from the "Tathagata Divine Palm" called "Buddha’s Holy Lamp."
In this instant, Shi Feiyang’s figure became ethereal and elusive, as if merging with the universe, spiritual qi overflowing, making it hard to fathom.
Shi Feiyang’s palm technique was like a dream, hard to distinguish between real and illusion, dazzling to the eyes.
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The neck of the Fifteenth Eagle was fiercely severed by Shi Feiyang’s palm, his head flying off like a kite with a broken string, blood splattering, blooming a crimson flower in the air.
The chest of the Fourteenth Eagle was heavily struck by Shi Feiyang’s palm, his chest bone cracking audibly, his chest cavity deforming instantly. He fell backward, spitting out blood, and died immediately.
The waist and ribs of the Seventeenth Eagle were swept by Shi Feiyang’s palm, breaking three ribs, and he fell sideways to the ground, painfully vomiting blood and screaming miserably without respite.