King of Hundred Victories Saber

His voice was as warm and gentle as jade, yet carried a persuasive strength.

After speaking, Shi Feiyang suddenly threw the ”Five Poison Scripture” towards Fu Anxing.

Fu Anxing looked up to see Shi Feiyang toss the ”Five Poison Scripture” in her direction. Her eyes instantly lit up with a trace of wild joy, shining as brightly as the most dazzling meteor in the night sky.

In her eyes, this ”Five Poison Scripture” was undoubtedly the most precious treasure in the world, possession of which could dominate the Martial Arts world. She eagerly stretched out her hands, the move as frantic and greedy as a hungry wolf pouncing on prey, fearing that this treasure would suddenly fly away.

Lan Xiaodie was shocked by the scene, her eyes widening with disbelief.

She never imagined that Shi Feiyang would make such a move. Previously, she fought fiercely with Shi Feiyang, yet they also tried to rescue each other, their emotions complex. But she never expected Shi Feiyang would casually toss the Five Poison Sect’s treasured ”Five Poison Scripture” to someone else.

Her heart tightened, leaving no room to engage in combat with Gong Simeng for the moment, and she hastily withdrew from the fight. She held the Green Phosphorus Sword firmly, its blade trembling with her inner anger, gleaming with a strange, ghostly light, as if it was an evil fire from the Nine Nether Hell.

With a flash of her lithe figure, she shot towards Fu Anxing like a blue lightning bolt, shouting, ”Fu Anxing, you vile woman! The ’Five Poison Scripture’ is the sacred relic passed down through generations of our Five Poison Sect, and cannot be touched by the likes of you! Surrender the scripture today, or face the mercilessness of my Lan Xiaodie’s sword!” Her voice was clear yet full of anger and determination, echoing through the world.

Upon hearing this, Fu Anxing’s face broke into a cold smile, as chilling as the frost of winter, exuding a hint of coldness.

She swiftly tucked the ”Five Poison Scripture” securely into her bosom, while wielding the Ghost Shadow Whip, its tip dancing freely in the air, making ”whoosh, whoosh” sounds. She sneered, ”Lan Xiaodie, the scripture is now in my hands. If you want it, come and take it with your skill!” After saying this, her figure flashed like a black shadow, and she engaged in an intense battle with Lan Xiaodie.

As the Ghost Shadow Whip danced, it stirred up black phantoms, like countless malicious ghosts from Hell lunging at Lan Xiaodie.

Lan Xiaodie wielded the Green Phosphorus Sword, its shadows flashing as it clashed with Fu Anxing’s Ghost Shadow Whip, producing ”ding ding dang dang” sounds, reminiscent of a dense drumbeat. Sparks flew, illuminating their murderously intent faces.

Their figures flickered as they fought fiercely, neither yielding to the other.

Lan Xiaodie displayed the Five Poison Sect’s exquisite swordsmanship, her sword strikes fierce, each aimed at Fu Anxing’s vital spots; Fu Anxing responded with the cunning Ghost Shadow Whip Technique, trying to trap Lan Xiaodie in its web of whip shadows.

Their silhouettes intertwined, evenly matched and hard to distinguish.

However, gradually, Fu Anxing sensed trouble, as Lan Xiaodie’s Green Phosphorus Sword could emit a poisonous mist. Caught in fierce battle, Fu Anxing inhaled a fair amount of the mist, and in her joy of obtaining the ”Five Poison Scripture,” she forgot that Lan Xiaodie was the Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect, whose garments were laced with poison, capable of releasing deadly poisonous smoke and mist upon impact, suffocating the enemy to death.

Shi Feiyang observed this scene and contemplated internally: ”Their struggle is an opportunity for me to eliminate a hidden threat.” With that, he turned like a black whirlwind, dashing towards Xie Zhichuan.

His gaze carried a piercing murderous intent, as if it could penetrate someone.

Xie Zhichuan saw Shi Feiyang’s menacing approach, his heart filled with terror, like a startled bird.

He knew all too well that he was no match for Shi Feiyang, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Xie Zhichuan’s face turned as pale as paper from fright, cold sweat instantly soaked his back, sticking his clothes to his skin.

He dared not linger and quickly turned around, mustering all his strength, he fled as fast as he could. His miserable escape was like a dog that lost its home, leaving a panicked silhouette between heaven and earth.