King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 528: Chapter 183: Poison Mist Cave – A Race Against Time to Save the Children (Part 3)

Cui Zhang faced Wu Zhong’s formidable onslaught without showing any weakness. He displayed the ”Five Poison Divine Palm,” his palm instantly turning a strange blue-black, emanating a chilling aura that made one’s heart shiver. His palm cut through the air, leaving behind black afterimages like ghosts dancing in the night.

When his palm collided with Wu Zhong’s iron palm, it produced deafening ”bangs,” the sounds reverberating like muffled thunder, causing pain in the eardrums of those nearby.

The two exchanged blows fiercely, neither giving an inch, as the ground around them cracked under the powerful impact of their palm forces, with web-like cracks spreading rapidly, dust flying, obscuring the sky.

Wu Zhong seized the moment when Cui Zhang’s old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet risen, suddenly letting out a shout, his voice shaking the heavens.

He stepped forward heavily, the ground beneath his foot forming a deep footprint. Raising his right palm high, he brought it down with the force of Mount Tai, aiming to crush Cui Zhang to powder with a fierce palm wind.

Seeing this, Cui Zhang’s expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly dodged sideways while swiftly sending out his left palm, black poisonous mist shooting from his palm, like a monstrous black beast, enveloping Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong furrowed his brow, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes, quickly retracting his right palm, swiftly waving it in front of him to form a strong palm wind barrier to block the poisonous mist outside. Yet the pungent smell of the mist made him involuntarily wrinkle his brow slightly, knowing well the sinister nature of the ”Five Poison Divine Palm” and not daring to be careless.

His footsteps were nimble and constantly changing positions, like an agile leopard seeking out Cui Zhang’s weaknesses.

Yili lay on Shi Feiyang’s back, feeling the warmth and strength radiating from his solid back. Her original fear gradually dissipated, replaced by a feeling of heroism she had never experienced.

Under Shi Feiyang’s meticulous care, her soul seemed to be infused with a powerful force.

Suddenly, a resolute look flashed in Yili’s eyes, and she softly called out, ”Feiyang, put me down!”

Shi Feiyang understood her intent, squatted slightly, and steadily placed Yili on the ground.

No sooner had Yili’s feet touched the ground than she swiftly drew her sword, its blade gleaming coldly—it was her famed treasure sword.

With a twist of her body, she displayed the ”Cloud Mist Swordsmanship,” her sword moves were light and agile like ethereal mist, or the lively streams of the mountain. Her figure gracefully moved among the Five Poison Sect disciples, flashing with sword flowers, causing them to fall screaming wherever she passed.

However, the Five Poison Sect disciples would not be easily subdued. They released various poisonous creatures and bizarre monsters, attempting to stop Yili.

Suddenly, poisonous snakes, spiders, and scorpions surged towards Yili from all directions, along with some strangely shaped monsters that spewed green toxins and swung sharp claws, lunging fiercely at her.

But Yili, having a wild character, at this moment being warmly tended by Shi Feiyang, seemed to return to the year when she first set foot in Jianghu at sixteen, remembering her heroic feat of defeating the sect leaders of dozens of Martial Arts sects.

Her eyes were resolute, wielding her treasure sword more fiercely, her sword moves flowing like clouds and water, cutting down all those poisonous creatures and monsters.

A venomous snake with a flickering tongue struck at her throat, but Yili, swift and quick-witted, flicked her wrist, and the sword flashed out like lightning, pinning the snake directly to the ground. As a venomous spider descended from above, Yili’s figure darted aside, avoiding the attack while flipping her sword to cut the spider in two.

The venom spat by the monsters was deftly deflected by her sword moves or dodged sideways. In the siege of poisonous creatures and monsters, her movements were light and graceful, like a flower blooming defiantly in the storm, fighting stronger with every encounter.

The ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong quickly drew his bow as well, the longbow in his hands crafted from Thousand-Year Cold Iron, exuding a chilling aura.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, locking onto Five Poison Sect Elder Cui Pan. He took a deep breath and slowly drew the bowstring back into a full moon shape, ready to strike. He loosed the ”Cloud-Piercing Divine Arrow,” the arrow on the string quivered slightly, as if imbued with life.

With a sound like ”whoosh,” the arrow shot out like a meteor, at a speed almost impossible to perceive with the naked eye.

The arrow bore down with a fierce wind, leaving a faint trail in the air.

Cui Pan, seeing this, hurriedly dodged sideways while demonstrating ”Poison Mist Misdirection.”

He muttered under his breath, and a dense layer of green poisonous mist quickly filled the area, trying to obstruct Miao Menlong’s vision.

However, Miao Menlong remained unfazed, relying on his superb archery skills and keen senses. In the midst of the poisonous mist, he drew the bow again and let another arrow fly at Cui Pan, forcing him to deploy a unique body technique to evade once more.

This time, as Cui Pan evaded, he quickly formed seals with his hands, summoning a gigantic python, its tongue flickering as it lunged at Miao Menlong. Miao Menlong’s eyes flashed coldly; he swiftly drew a knife from his waist and engaged in combat with the python.

His movements were nimble, dodging the python’s attacks skillfully, searching for its weaknesses.

Meanwhile, he kept an eye on Cui Pan’s movements, ready to draw his bow and shoot him once more at the first opportunity.

With ”Plum Blossom Darts,” Shan Zhi’s hands moved quickly, dozens of darts flashing coldly in his grasp.

He displayed the ”Plum Blossom Encompasses the Sky” technique, flicking his hands.