King of Hundred Victories Saber

Lan Xiaodie felt as if her heart was a clear mirror, knowing that she was now at the edge of life and death, and any slight misstep would lead to her demise.

The surrounding air had turned solid, so oppressive it was difficult to breathe, with each breath carrying the taste of rust.

She clenched her silver teeth tightly, her jaw making a grinding sound, and rolled swiftly on the ground, moving as nimbly as a wild cat evading predators in the dark of night, with her fur bristling in vigilance. Simultaneously, her hands seemed imbued with Magic Power, becoming two afterimages that danced swiftly, creating a slight ”hissing” sound in the air.

She pulled out a handful of toxic needles from her bosom, which gleamed with a ghostly cold light in the sunlight, exuding a slight sense of eeriness, as if injected with an evil spirit. With a wave of her delicate hand, the toxic needles shot toward the Beggar Sect Disciples like a swarm of venomous bees.

They traced undulating arcs in the air, like agile but deadly little snakes, carrying a trace of venom, corroding the air in their path, making a ”sizzling” sound.

In an instant, countless Beggar Sect Disciples were caught unprepared and were hit.

They let out a series of piercing screams, a sound akin to the hooting of night owls echoing in the forest, sending chills down the spine, even startling the birds on the branches into a frantic flight, mixing the sound of flapping wings with the screams.

Soon after, their bodies turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, their skin began to fester, emitting a nauseating stench, drawing surrounding mosquitoes and flies buzzing chaotically as if competing for the rotting smell.

In just a moment, these Beggar Sect Disciples fell one by one, lifeless, with crimson blood spreading across the ground, mingling with the green grass and soil, forming streams of blood that slowly flowed, dyeing the earth a terrifying dark red.

Instantly, the forest was filled with a heavy deathly aura, like a Human Purgatory, unbearable to look at. The trees trembled due to the bloodiness, leaves rustling as if lowly chanting a funeral song. Taking advantage of this chaos, Lan Xiaodie twisted her delicate body forcefully and sprang up.

Her hair danced wildly around her cheeks, her eyes filled with determination, her breathing rapid and heavy, as she turned and sprinted towards the distance.

Her feet seemed to skim the ground like a dragonfly touching water, each step kicking up a small trail of dust.

However, at this moment, Zhong Renwang’s sinister and cold laughter rang out like a thunderclap in Lan Xiaodie’s ear: ”Lan Xiaodie, you demoness, do you think you can escape alive just like this? What a delusion!”

Lan Xiaodie’s heart tightened, her steps faltered slightly, and she looked up to see Zhong Renwang and Dugu yan, with a face full of hatred, blocking her path like two fearsome demons.

Zhong Renwang had a burly build, his feet firmly planted on the ground, like two unshakable mountains, his arms crossed over his chest, muscles taut, a mocking smile hanging on his face, as if declaring that Lan Xiaodie was already his fish on the chopping board, at his mercy; Dugu yan, dressed in black, with the hem of his clothes flapping in the wind, held a Long Sword that glinted with frost-like coldness, reflecting his heart of ice at this moment, the sword body trembling slightly, emitting a faint ”buzzing” sound, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Lan Xiaodie at any time.

Lan Xiaodie’s heart sank, secretly calling out that it was bad.

Without thinking, she turned, intending to flee once again. But at this moment, she suddenly felt a chill behind her, as if an invisible hand was slowly reaching for her neck, causing the hairs on her nape to stand on end.

She turned back in horror, only to see Xie Zhichuan appearing stealthily behind her like a ghost. Xie Zhichuan’s face was dark and scary, as oppressive as the sky before a storm, thick with dark clouds pressing down.

His eyes bulged with anger, flames of rage and greed burning within, a madness in his gaze, shouting sharply, ”Lan Xiaodie, today you cannot escape even with wings! Quickly hand over the Five Poison Scripture, or don’t blame me, Xie Zhichuan, for being ruthless and tearing you apart!”

His voice was filled with endless anger and greed, echoing in the silent forest, shaking the leaves loose, making one’s heart pound with fear. Lan Xiaodie was in a frantic panic, like a bird trapped in a cage, darting about with no way out.

Her heart raced dramatically, her chest heaving violently, ready to leap from her throat.

But after all, she had roamed Jianghu for many years, with a resilient mind. At this critical juncture, her eyes turned quickly, a plan coming to mind. She forced a calm demeanor, slowly pulling out the fake Five Poison Scripture from her bosom.

Her hands slightly trembled but she worked to keep them steady, revealing a subtle sneer on her face, filled with a hint of slyness and cunning. Then, she suddenly flicked her hand, forcefully tossing the false scripture towards Xie Zhichuan, shouting, ”Take it, you greedy fallow!”

The scripture cut a curve through the air, the pages rustling in the wind as if foretelling an imminent crisis.

Seeing the Five Poison Scripture soaring towards him like a black lightning bolt, Xie Zhichuan’s eyes lit up with a flash of ecstasy, the light like a starving wolf seeing prey, pupils constricting rapidly.

He eagerly reached out both hands, wanting to grab the scripture firmly, the veins in his arms bulging from the effort.

But at the moment his hands made contact with the scripture, a heart-wrenching scream pierced through the sky, as if a sharp blade had split the silent forest in two. This scream was so acute, startling the squirrels in nearby trees to fall from their branches, scurrying chaotically on the ground.