King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 967: Chapter 268: Salt Road Killing Winds: Shadow Heroes Battle the Mad Warlord, Strange Skills Break the Cunning Blade (Part 6)

This move was as fast as lightning, too quick for the eye. It was only a flash of light before the treasure sword was already upon Li Yuanbo. The glow on the blade stood out brilliantly against the dim Salt Road.

Then, Shi Xiong unleashed his deadly technique "Emissary Killer of Gods and Buddhas". At that moment, his eyes were filled with determination and ferocity, as if he were a god of death from Hell, intent on eradicating all evil in the world.

He swung his sword with a heavy slash, holding nothing back, channeling all his power into this strike.

His arm muscles tensed, veins bulging, concentrating all his strength into this sword strike.

The three moves flowed seamlessly together, like a river, their power astonishing.

Li Yuanbo initially thought he had victory in hand, reveling in the slaughter of the Changwei Escort Agency members, only to be taken aback by Shi Xiong’s sudden, fierce attack, which struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

He couldn’t dodge in time; he only heard a muffled "poof", and a blood trace instantly appeared on his chest, with blood gushing out like a mountain stream, quickly staining his clothes red. As soon as it happened, his shoulder was also cut by the sharp sword, flesh turning over grotesquely. His back was hacked heavily, the wound so deep that the bones were visible, exposing white bones.

Moreover, Shi Xiong’s sword also sliced off half of his hair, the severed hair scattering in the wild wind like falling leaves, appearing extremely disheveled. However, Shi Xiong’s power was ultimately insufficient; although these three strikes injured Li Yuanbo, they didn’t bring him to death.

Despite being injured, Li Yuanbo continued to resist fiercely, his eyes flashing with a light of hatred.

He endured the intense pain, as the serrated golden saber and the sharp black sword in his hands danced again, swords flashing with a manic aura, counterattacking towards Shi Xiong. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, a grim smile appearing on his face.

Yet Xie Wen, the "Flying Eagle Detective", had been observing coldly from the sidelines, like a sage detached yet all-knowing, quietly waiting for the right moment on this chaotic and bloody Salt Road. His sharp gaze was like the keenest eagle eyes in the night sky, missing no detail.

Finally, he seized this perfect opportunity, determined to lend Shi Xiong a hand.

He executed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique", his posture as light as willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze, delicate yet lively, as if whipped about by the wind but still following its trajectory; like a wisp of smoke rising into the sky, ethereal and elusive, blending into the world, making it hard for anyone to capture his trail.

Taking advantage of Li Yuanbo’s enraged and unsteady state after being wounded, he suddenly soared into the air, like an eagle spreading its wings, carrying an unstoppable momentum, his movements swift and precise.

One could see the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net in his hands shoot out like a silver lightning bolt. The net quickly expanded in mid-air, resembling a giant curtain descending from heaven, with a cold sheen, encasing Li Yuanbo precisely and flawlessly.

This net was meticulously woven from Celestial Silkworm Silk, incredibly tough, with each thread containing immense power.

Then, Xie Wen exerted force with his arms, muscles tense, veins like serpentine strands, lifting Li Yuanbo into the air as if he were a small chicken.

Trapped within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, Li Yuanbo was both shocked and furious, like a beast cornered. He struggled desperately, swinging the ordinary iron saber in his hand with a whooshing sound, each swing filled with despair and rage, wildly hacking at the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net.

However, the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net was unbelievably tough, impossible for the ordinary iron saber in his hand to slash through. The more he struggled, the tighter the Celestial Silkworm Silk enclosed him, each thread like sharp blades cutting into his flesh.

Soon, his body was covered in blood traces, bright red blood dripping continuously down his body, scattering in the wild wind and forming a blood rain, blending with the blood on the ground, appearing particularly tragic.

The blood rain was blown wide by the wind, like blooming blood flowers, making this cruel battle even more terrifying.