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They completely disregarded defense, trading injury for injury, life for life!
They would win as long as they could get even a little bit of their poison on the enemy.
In contrast, the two elders of Xuanming were the true pillars of this chaotic battle.
"A bunch of evil spirits courting death!"
Crane Pen Weng roared angrily, unleashing the Xuanming True Qi within his body to its fullest extent.
He unleashed both palms simultaneously, and streams of visible, chilling white cold currents, like roaring frost dragons, swept outwards in all directions!
The air seemed to freeze, and all the Five Poisons Sect assassins affected by this cold wave instantly became sluggish.
Two of them, who were closest to each other, were frozen solid in an instant before they could even react, becoming lifelike ice sculptures with their eerie grins still on their faces.
Crane Pen Elder took a step forward, his right palm forming a blade, and slashed at one of the ice sculptures in mid-air!
"boom!"
The ice sculpture exploded with a roar, turning into countless sparkling, blood-red ice shards!
However, at the very moment the ice shards flew, a barely perceptible, dark green needle shot out from the broken ice sculpture, heading straight for Crane Pen Elder's face!
Just before being frozen, the assassin used his last strength to hide the poisoned weapon inside his body, waiting for the moment of mutual destruction!
"mean!"
Hebi Weng's eyes sharpened, and he tilted his head slightly, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
But in that brief moment of delay, three more assassins, like geckos and spiders, pounced down from the ceiling and walls, their hooks and short blades aimed at his back, throat, and groin from tricky and unpredictable angles!
On the other hand, Lu Zhangke's situation is equally dire.
His movements were like a ghost, his palms flying, each strike breaking an enemy's bones and causing them to spit out blood.
His Xuanming Divine Palm was incredibly domineering; wherever his palm struck, a thick layer of white frost would form on the ground.
But he felt incredibly frustrated during the match.
These assassins from the Five Poisons Sect seemed to have no idea what pain or fear was.
An assassin had half of his shoulder shattered by his palm strike, but as he fell, he pulled a leather pouch from his chest and crushed it!
A thick, yellow fog with a pungent, fishy stench exploded instantly, enveloping Lu Zhangke!
Lu Zhangke had no choice but to hold his breath immediately and activate his protective inner energy to keep the poisonous mist out. However, the consumption of his inner energy was real.
Even more terrifying is that their Xuanming Divine Palm, with its proud ability to freeze everything with its chilling poison, is far less effective against these monsters from the Five Poisons Sect!
A burly man covered in centipede tattoos was struck in the chest by Lu Zhangke, and frost immediately formed on his chest.
An ordinary expert would have been paralyzed by the icy poison long ago. But this burly man only stiffened for a moment, then let out a beast-like roar. He pounded his chest, shattering the frost, and spat out a mouthful of black, poisonous blood. Then, as if nothing had happened, he swung his chain hammer and charged forward again!
Their bodies had long been tempered by various deadly poisons, making them immune to all poisons, and at the same time, they had developed a strong resistance to this extremely yin and cold poison!
"Young master...Young master is in danger!"
Lu Zhangke was extremely anxious. Out of the corner of his eye, he could no longer see the direction Wang Meng had fled.
He knew that every moment he lingered here increased the danger to the princess.
"Go away!"
Lu Zhangke's hair and beard bristled as he went completely berserk. He held nothing back, unleashing the full power of his Xuanming True Qi!
"Mysterious Netherstorm!"
Centered on him, a storm of icy blue true energy suddenly exploded out, like a Category 12 polar hurricane, engulfing everything within a radius of several feet!
Tables, chairs, corpses, and living people were all torn apart and frozen in this terrifying storm! Seven or eight assassins from the Five Poisons Sect screamed as they were swept into the air, then frozen into ice blocks by the extreme cold, and then collided with each other, turning into countless fragments!
This move finally cleared a temporary space for them.
However, just as Lu Zhangke's protective aura showed a barely perceptible flaw due to excessive consumption of his true energy, the moment came when...
"call out!"
A thin, almost transparent poison needle shot out from some dark corner, silently and with perfect precision, piercing the "Huantiao" acupoint on his left leg.
Lu Zhangke felt a numbness in the back of his leg, and a strange, weak and sore feeling instantly spread from the wound to half of his body.
His left leg buckled, and he staggered!
"Oh no!" Lu Zhangke thought in alarm.
The Five Poisons Sect assassins who had been forced back were like hyenas that had smelled blood, their eyes gleaming with even more excitement and cruelty, as they swarmed forward once more!
Lu Zhangke was terrified!
That insidious, numbing sensation, like a slippery venomous snake, rapidly surged upwards along his meridians, instantly making half of his body heavy and sluggish!
"Brother!"
While Hebi Weng was fighting three assassins on the other side, he caught a glimpse of Lu Zhangke staggering out of the corner of his eye. For the first time, Lu Zhangke's eyes, which always carried a hint of malice, erupted with genuine shock, anger, and panic.
The Five Poisons Sect assassins who had been forced back were like hyenas that had smelled blood, their eyes gleaming with even more excitement and cruelty, as they swarmed forward again!
They seized upon Lu Zhangke's momentary opening, and seven or eight weapons coated with deadly poison silently advanced from all directions, blocking all his escape routes! It was a matter of life and death!
"Junior brother, retreat!"
Crane Pen Weng let out a roar, no longer caring about the enemies in front of him. The judge's pen in his hand flew out and turned into a black light, with a shrill sound of tearing through the air, spinning and shooting towards the assassins who were attacking the fiercest.
At the same time, he stomped his feet heavily on the ground, his body advancing instead of retreating, like an enraged crane. He unleashed both palms, and two tangible, chilling white streams crossed and blasted towards Lu Zhangke's side, attempting to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!
"late!"
Lu Zhangke felt a chill in his heart; he knew he couldn't dodge all the attacks.
He bit his tongue, the intense pain forcibly suppressing the numbness in his legs. He twisted his waist at an incredible angle and unleashed the Xuanming Divine Palm!
"Pfft! Pfft!"
He shattered the skulls of two assassins with a single palm strike, but his lower back and thigh were also deeply slashed open by two other short daggers coated with dark green venom!
A sharp pain and an even stronger feeling of numbness came at the same time. Lu Zhangke groaned, feeling as if countless ants were gnawing at his bone marrow from his wound, and his vision began to go black intermittently.
"go!"
Using the force from the opponent's weapon, he staggered backward toward Hebi Weng, shouting hoarsely, "This place is not safe to stay!"
Charge out!
If they don't leave now, even these two old devils who have roamed the martial world for decades will perish here today!
As for the princess... they dare not even think about it anymore!
With a single move, Hebi Weng forced back several people, then flashed to Lu Zhangke's side, grabbed him, and asked urgently, "Senior Brother, how are your injuries?"
"I can't die!"
Lu Zhangke gritted his teeth and said, "This poison is tyrannical!"
We must break through immediately and expel the poison using our internal energy!
Hebi Weng glanced around. The remaining Mongol experts and the eighteen guards had been slaughtered by the Five Poisons Sect's assassins. Limbs and blood were scattered all over the ground, making the scene look like hell.
Only the two of them remained, surrounded by dozens of crazed, poisonous men, and the encirclement continued to shrink.
"Follow me!"
A resolute ruthlessness flashed in Hebi Weng's eyes. He shielded Lu Zhangke behind him and said in a deep voice, "We'll charge in from the south!"
The south side has windows, and it's also the only place that looks like the weakest point in the defenses!
"Comb your palms together!"
Crane Pen Elder roared! The tacit understanding between him and Deer Staff Guest had long been ingrained in their very bones.
Without saying a word, Lu Zhangke endured the excruciating pain and poured all the remaining Xuanming True Qi he could muster into his right palm.
At that moment, two frost-covered hands clasped together tightly!
"Mysterious Netherworld Annihilation!"
The two extremely yin and cold true energies perfectly merged, superimposed, and resonated at this moment!
A terrifying, icy-blue, almost tangible cold current, far exceeding the power of the two of them when they attacked alone, erupted from the center of the two of them like a world-destroying storm released from the Netherworld Ice Prison!
"Boom!"
The entire second floor of Zuixianlou seemed to be instantly pulled into the frozen world of the far north!
Moisture in the air instantly condensed into ice crystals. The wooden walls, floors, tables, and chairs were covered with a thick, pale layer of frost the moment they came into contact with this cold air, and then they burst and shattered with a series of crisp "crack" sounds!
The dozen or so Five Poisons Sect assassins who were at the forefront of the attack had not yet faded their sinister smiles when they were struck head-on by this irresistible torrent of extreme cold!
Their bodies, from flesh to bones, were frozen solid in an instant, turning into crystal-clear ice sculptures.
Immediately afterwards, these ice sculptures were struck by the violent airflow and exploded into a shower of ice shards and pieces of flesh!
With this earth-shattering blow, the encirclement in front of the two was finally torn open!
"go!"
With a loud shout, Hebi Weng grabbed Lu Zhangke, whose body was almost half-numb, and together they transformed into two afterimages, rushing out through the gap without regard for anything else.
They crashed through the south wall, leaped from the second floor, and landed heavily in the muddy back alley. Without stopping, they fled desperately into the dark depths of the street.
Behind them were the Five Poisons Sect assassins who had miraculously survived, their roars filled with resentment and venom.
However, the two elders of Xuanming could no longer muster even the slightest desire to turn back and fight.
Their faces showed only the pallor of someone who had survived a catastrophe, and an unbridled hatred that ran deep into their bones, colder and more vicious than the Xuanming Divine Palm they had cultivated!
The young master was captured, his men were all killed, and he himself was poisoned and wounded, so he fled in a sorry state!
This can be described as the greatest humiliation they have ever suffered since they became famous!
"You bastard lecher!"
A hoarse and weak curse escaped from Zhao Min's pale lips.
The curse had lost its previous sharpness and pride, leaving only the trembling of someone who had survived a catastrophe and endless hatred.
Wang Meng finally withdrew from her ravaged body.
The spear, which had been raging and covered in blood and filth, with a "pop," released a small stream of murky liquid as it left the already swollen and slightly everted rear end.