King of Hundred Victories Saber

Xie Zhichuan only felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if thousands of red-hot steel needles were piercing simultaneously, or as if countless ants were gnawing at his bone marrow.

He instinctively looked intently, only to see that his palm was already covered with black blisters, which continuously burst open, oozing out a foul black liquid that attracted flies buzzing and hovering above his hand.

It turned out that this fake ”Five Poison Scripture” had already been cleverly smeared with the domineering Soul-devouring Poison from Lan Xiaodie’s sleeve.

The Soul-devouring Poison was like a demon hidden in the dark, instantly invading Xie Zhichuan’s body, rampaging through his meridians and recklessly destroying. He could clearly feel the poison traveling inside him, causing bursts of sharp pain, as if countless small snakes were winding their way through his body.

Xie Zhichuan, having earlier been cut on the ear, already had a somewhat bizarre appearance, and this sudden sharp pain made his countenance twist into an ever more hideous, terrifying grimace, like a ghost crawling out from the depths of Hell, emitting a dreadful howl that echoed through the mountains and forests, lingering relentlessly, chilling one’s spine.

Fortunately, Xie Zhichuan had practiced the Kunlun Flame Technique. In this critical moment of life and death, he immediately summoned all his power, attempting to resist the poison with his Divine Skill. Instantly, a layer of raging flames enveloped him, dark red, carrying waves of heat as if willing to burn everything around him to nothingness, even distorting the surrounding air.

He attempted to use the scorching flames to evaporate the Soul-devouring Poison invading his body.

However, the Soul-devouring Poison was too overpowering; although the flames could evaporate part of the poison, a substantial amount of poison remained, like tenacious weeds, deeply rooted in his bone marrow, constantly corroding his body. He could feel the poison and flames fiercely clashing within, as though splitting his body in two.

Xie Zhichuan knew in his heart that if he did not promptly sever his hand, the poison would spread throughout his body, leading surely to his death.

He gritted his teeth, steeling his heart, a flash of resolve passing through his eyes.

Quickly he unsheathed the long sword at his waist, a sharp ”zing” sounding as the blade clashed with the scabbard, and swung it ruthlessly toward his left wrist.

”Crack!” A crisp sound akin to the snapping of a branch bore through the quiet forest, startling a flock of birds that fluttered overhead, their flapping wings clearly audible.

Xie Zhichuan’s left hand fell with a resounding thud, blood gushing like a fountain, swiftly coloring the surrounding ground, creating a ghastly pool of blood, its strong smell permeating the air even more intensely.

He collapsed to the ground with a heavy ”thud,” his body trembling ceaselessly, groans of agony escaping his mouth, filled with despair and helplessness. Each moan was akin to a heavy hammer, pounding on Lan Xiaodie and the nerves of those nearby.

Upon witnessing this opportune moment, a glimmer of delight flickered in Lan Xiaodie’s eyes.

Her figure flickered, like a blue lightning bolt, swiftly darting past the gap beside Xie Zhichuan.

Quick as lightning, she reached out her hand and had already regained the fake ”Five Poison Scripture.”

After enduring these overwhelming trials, Lan Xiaodie had become all the more shrewd, knowing well that in this chaotic and brutal Jianghu, this fake ”Five Poison Scripture” might yet serve as a crucial lifeline, helping her find a way out in the bloody storms of the future.

Zhong Renwang and Dugu yan watched helplessly as Lan Xiaodie escaped, their hearts ablaze with fury.

Like two wild beasts gone mad, they rushed towards Lan Xiaodie’s direction.

Zhong Renwang stomped the ground in his anger as he ran, causing it to tremble slightly beneath his feet.

He shouted with his throat hoarse, ”Lan Xiaodie, you reckless bitch! If I don’t capture you today, how can I, Zhong Renwang, still have the face to stand in this Jianghu? I’ll abolish my martial arts and live in anonymity!”

His voice echoed like a tolling bell through the forest, frightening the birds nearby into frantic flight.

Dugu yan too gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twisting with anger, coldly uttering, ”Hmph, Lan Xiaodie, you think you can escape? It’s only a matter of time! If I catch you again, I will make sure you neither live nor die!”

With those words, the two exchanged a glance, eyes full of murderous intent, quickening their pace in relentless pursuit of Lan Xiaodie.

Alone, Lan Xiaodie stood amidst the eerie grove.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the gentle breeze brushing past the leaves, rustling softly.

Her blue attire fluttered in the wind, her form graceful yet exuding a deadly aura, like a phantom in the night demanding lives.

At this moment, she looked as cold and resolute as frost, with determination in her eyes, like a lone wolf driven into a corner yet refusing to bow.

She keenly sensed the presence of Zhong Renwang and Dugu yan rapidly approaching, knowing a deadly battle was imminent.

”Lan Xiaodie, you little girl, your martial arts are mediocre. Facing me, Zhong Renwang, you dare to be so arrogant! I’ve navigated Jianghu for thirty years, seen all manner of storms. If I can’t capture you, I’ll take your surname!” Zhong Renwang’s thunderous voice first shattered the silence, waves of sound rolling in, like the raging tide, shaking the surrounding leaves into a fall.

Before his voice faded, he lunged like a tiger on prey, enveloped in a fierce wind, charging first towards Lan Xiaodie.