[Wuxia] Sword's Hatred and Passion (Complete) - 26

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Chapter 58 of Sword's Hatred and Passion: Chaotic Battle.

Several men in black stormed into a room, only to find Lu Tianyou sitting upright on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Boy, who are you?"

the leader of the men in black shouted, brandishing his sword. Tianyou remained silent.

"Damn it... die..."

The men in black were enraged and swung their swords at him, intending to dismember him. In the critical moment, Tianyou suddenly opened his eyes, and a blood-red protective aura violently shook off their swords. At the same time, he struck the two men in black with both palms.

"Ah..."

The two men stared in shock as two large holes were instantly torn open in their chests, their internal organs flying out from the lacerations in their backs. The remaining men in black, seeing the terrifying power of Tianyou's palms, turned and ran in terror.

"Trying to run... come back here..."

Tianyou revealed a cruel smile, and with a twist of his hands, a powerful palm force pulled all the men in black back. They were caught in the air, their arms, legs, and heads crushed together in the blink of an eye.

"Ah...have mercy...ah!"

Amidst the black-clad men's heart-wrenching screams, they were squeezed into a giant blood sphere of flesh and bone by Tianyou's palm force. Tianyou watched the blood sphere with rapture, as if he were drawing their life force from it.

"Good...Tianyou, your skill has truly improved by leaps and bounds these past few days..."

Zhang Ruoshui walked in with a smile.

"Master..."

Tianyou hurriedly slammed the blood sphere in the air against the wall, instantly smashing a large hole in it. The blood sphere burst through the wall with terrifying force, its power astonishing.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. What happened outside? Who are these guys?"

Tianyou asked.

"They are from the Eastern Depot, here to attack the Li residence. I heard even the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect has come."

"What? Then...how is Xiaodan? She can't be hurt."

Tianyou said anxiously.

"Don't worry, she's your sweetheart, how could I not take good care of her? I've already had her hide, don't worry."

Zhang Ruoshui patted his shoulder.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..."

Tianyou was even more grateful to Zhang Ruoshui.

"Master, the Meridian-Severing Technique you taught me these past few days has indeed been able to restrain that brat Qi's internal energy, and the palm technique you taught me is even more astonishing. I wonder what this palm technique is called?"

Tianyou asked.

"This palm technique is called the Blood-Dissolving Remnant Soul Palm (a tribute to 'Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai'). It originated from beyond the Great Wall and can absorb the blood and life force of those killed by the palm. The more you kill, the greater its power,"

Zhang Ruoshui said.

"Oh, the Blood-Dissolving Remnant Soul Palm, this palm technique seems... a bit sinister..."

A trace of worry appeared in Tianyou's eyes.

"Haha, my disciple is indeed kind-hearted. However, martial arts are not inherently good or evil; it all depends on whether the practitioner is righteous or evil. Even if it is an evil technique, if the practitioner is a righteous person, it can still eliminate evil and protect the righteous path,"

Zhang Ruoshui laughed.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will go and kill some lackeys of the Eastern Depot to test my skills,"

Tianyou said excitedly.

“Alright, you go to the main hall first, I still have some things to take care of,”

Zhang Ruoshui said.

Cui Yingyuan, after fighting Xiaodan for three hundred rounds, was also exhausted, his limbs aching. He sat up, feeling his back go numb, and patted Xiaodan's snow-white buttocks, secretly praising this little slut's skills in bed.

“Master Cui…”

a shrill voice called out. Cui Yingyuan looked up and saw that it was Zhan Changfeng.

“What is it?”

Cui Yingyuan, his lust gone, lazily half-reclined on the bed and asked.

“Master Cui, we have completely surrounded the rebels in the main hall. Now we are waiting for you to come and take charge,”

Changfeng said with a fawning smile.

Take charge? Cui Yingyuan thought about how much time and energy he had spent on this slut. It seemed the situation was settled. After all, he was the commander of this operation; if he didn't show up at the last moment, it wouldn't be good if his adoptive father heard.

"Fine, I'll just pretend. I don't have to lift a finger. I'll just watch a show and witness how these overconfident rebels get wiped out."

"Okay... you go out, I'll get dressed and come over..."

Cui Yingyuan got up, pulled out his clothes from under the bed, put them on, bent down and kissed Xiaodan's sleeping face, laughing, "Little slut, don't worry... even if I kill everyone in the Li family, I won't kill you. We have a long life ahead of us."

With a satisfied smile, he walked out.

At this moment, a woman's voice came from outside the door: "Master Cui, I am Mo Jing. Doctor Zhang sent me here to take care of Miss Chen."

"Oh, you're not bad looking either. It's a pity that I've already used up all my ammunition on that slut and don't have the strength to seduce you anymore. Well, wait until next time. Take good care of her. If anything happens to her, I'll hold you responsible." "

Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely do my best to take care of Miss Chen."

Mo Jing, dressed in black, walked into the room. She saw Xiao Dan lying naked on the bed, her body covered in sweat and semen. Cui Yingyuan's teeth marks were still on her snow-white breasts. Her crotch was a mess, with vaginal fluid and semen still seeping from her wide-open vagina. Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, obviously because her uterus had received too much semen. A female doctor who was once famous in the martial arts world had fallen to the level of a lowly prostitute in a brothel.

"Sigh..."

Mo Jing couldn't help but sigh. She first met this girl in the Five Tiger Stronghold. At that time, she was captured by the Five Tigers and suffered rape and abuse. If it weren't for Xiao Dan and Yun Ao's rescue, she would never have been able to escape her misery. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable. She was later captured by the Second Tiger and humiliated again, and was tied to the archway for public display. As a result, her fiancé, Li Hua, took his anger out on Qi and Chen, which led to a conflict and he lost an arm. Afterwards, Li Hua framed the two to vent his anger and even gang-raped and tortured Xiao Dan. However, she was poisoned by the mysterious Qianmian and had no choice but to testify against the crimes of the Li family father and son at Tianying Fortress as he instructed, and to falsely accuse her master of raping her. In the end, Li Yingyang was disgraced and lost an arm to Yun Ao, while she was coerced by Qianmian to infiltrate the Longwei Escort Agency. Now, Xiao Dan's fate is even more tragic than hers. She was forced to sleep with her enemy. It is really too difficult for women to live in the martial arts world. No matter how high their martial arts skills are, how many of them can eventually marry and have children peacefully and live out their lives? Most female warriors probably have painful memories, right? Think about yourself, if you hadn't impulsively stormed the Five Tiger Stronghold when you passed through that town, wanting to take down the five tigers with just a sword, you wouldn't have been surrounded, captured, and gang-raped. If you hadn't meddled in that mess, you might already be married to your senior brother Li Hua. Li Hua wouldn't have lost an arm, changed his personality, and raped Xiao Dan. Your master wouldn't have made enemies with Qi Chen to protect his son. If time could go back, perhaps your entire fate would have been different. Unfortunately, all of this has already happened and can never be changed.

Mo Jing sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Xiao Dan's loose hair. She said, "Sister, I'm so sorry, but what can I do? Women really shouldn't venture into the martial world. We're naturally weaker and prettier than men. Even a stunning woman like Liu Aoxue, who has mastered unparalleled martial arts, is still treated as a target for men's lust. They never show her any respect. Given the chance, they'll strip her naked and humiliate her just like they did to you and me. Alas... women are born to suffer. I'm sorry, but I really have no choice... I don't want to die."

Suddenly, Xiaodan, who had been lying on the bed like a limp rag, flicked a steel needle between her two fingers and pressed it against Mo Jing's throat. Terrified, Mo Jing froze. "Sister...sister...no...I...I was forced..."

"I know..."

Xiaodan said coldly, "You secretly drugged Uncle Qi so he would rape me, didn't you?"

"No...this...no...you misunderstood..."

Mo Jing cried out in terror.

"That day, you and he were taking care of the head镖师 (bodyguard) until he fell asleep. After that, Uncle Qi disappeared without a trace. You must have secretly drugged his tea. I've figured out the meaning of his dying words."

Xiaodan stared into Mo Jing's eyes.

"Wh...what did he say?"

Mo Jing stammered

guiltily. "The towel...actually, it's because his throat was cut and his speech was inaccurate. He meant...Mo Jing harmed me."

Xiaodan glared at Mo Jing.

"I...I was forced...If I didn't administer the drug, the poison would take effect...Zhang Ruoshui forced me to do it..."

Mo Jing had no choice but to confess everything about being forced to act as an undercover agent during this period.

"That's all I know. If you want to kill me, then do it...Actually, thinking about how I've been living in constant fear for you these past few days, it's been too hard. Harming Qi Xiong Biao was not my intention. I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me. If you want to avenge him, then do it..."

Mo Jing closed her eyes. Xiao Dan

stared at this former heroine. Her fall was also forced. Should she really kill her?

To kill or not to kill?

The large main hall was already littered with corpses, and a large number of poisonous insects and snakes were gathered around the main hall. Li Mu and hundreds of righteous experts were trapped in the main hall, many of whom were already injured and poisoned.

Qi Lian and his companion quickly used their lightness skills and swords to attack, catching the Dongchang experts off guard and killing seven or eight of them, and rushed into the main hall.

Li Mu, standing in the center, his shoulders wrapped in a white gauze soaked with blood, was overjoyed to see the two charging in. "Young Hero Qi, Heroine Lian, it's so good you're both alright! How are Chief Zhang and Fortress Master Li?"

Yun Ao's eyes reddened, and she trembled, "My sworn brother... he... he unfortunately met with death..."

"What?"

Li Mu's expression changed drastically. Although Zhang Feiyan's martial arts weren't top-tier, he had a high reputation in the martial world; it was heartbreaking that he had also died in this battle.

"Where is my disciple..."

the Tianshan Patriarch asked anxiously.

Yun Ao, looking at his condescending demeanor, felt a surge of anger. "It was your good disciple who killed my sworn brother..."

She then recounted how Li Yingyang and his fellow disciples had defected to the enemy before the battle. Everyone who heard this looked at the Tianshan Sect members with disdain.

"Bullshit... You framed my disciple last time, and now you're trying to ruin the reputation of our Tianshan Sect! I won't let you off today..."

The Tianshan Patriarch roared in fury, unleashing a palm strike that, even reaching within three feet of Yun Ao, caused him to gasp for breath.

Yun Ao, channeling his full power, was about to receive the blow when his master, Cibei, stepped in and blocked it with a timely punch. With a

"crack,"

both men staggered back two steps. The Patriarch was startled, realizing Cibei's skill had improved considerably, yet he remained unfazed by the seventy percent blow.

"Patriarch, things are already this dire. Don't let things escalate to mutual slaughter,"

Cibei said solemnly.

Zihua stepped forward to separate the two, saying, "We should unite against this common enemy to overcome this crisis."

The Patriarch, having exchanged blows with Cibei, realized his opponent's increased internal strength and that he had no real chance of victory. He snorted and fell silent, plotting how to get revenge after defeating the Eastern Depot.

"Brother Qi, have you seen Doctor Zhang and Furong? She's receiving treatment from Doctor Zhang. I... I went to his room just now but couldn't find them."

Zilong asked anxiously as he stepped forward. Xiaofeng, covered in blood, lay slumped against the wall, seemingly unconscious or asleep from exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, Brother Fang, we haven't seen them. But good fortune favors the virtuous, don't worry."

Yun Ao comforted Zilong, though he himself was anxious about Xiaodan's whereabouts.

Zhan Wanhao, covered in blood, also came out and patted Yun Ao, saying, "Yun Ao, I know you're more heartbroken than anyone by the loss of your father and sworn brother. But you mustn't give up at this crucial moment. With this old man here, I will never allow those lackeys of the Eastern Depot to harm you."

With that, he handed over his precious sword.

"Chief Escort, rest assured, today I will make those lackeys of the Eastern Depot pay for their blood debt..."

Yun Ao glared at the group of Eastern Depot experts.

"Xinyi... I'm glad you're alright."

Liao En also stepped forward, sword in hand, and grasped Xinyi's hand.

"Yes... Master... I'm fine... You're fine too..."

Xin Yi looked into En's eyes, her voice clearly unnatural.

"Hahaha, you so-called righteous people, even when facing death, still don't forget to turn against yourselves, it's utterly laughable..."

With a burst of arrogant laughter, Cui Yingyuan, wielding a large hammer, triumphantly pushed his way out of the crowd, followed by Liu Xingdong, San Niang, Jue Wu, Jiang Chengfeng, Gu Baichuan, Zhan Changfeng, and others. Cao Jie, having been ordered to search for Liu Aoxue, did not participate in the attack on the Li family mansion.

"You beast..."

Wan Hao, upon seeing Chang Feng, bristled and pointed his sword at him, cursing, "You

unfilial son, how dare you come here to see me!" Chang Feng, seeing his father, took two steps back in fright. Gu Baichuan, standing beside him, pushed him forward, saying, "Chief Escort, don't be so rude! My nephew is now working under the Ninth Prince, just like me. It's his honor. You and I have known each other for many years. I'll put in a good word for you with Eunuch Cao, and you can recognize him as your godfather. That way, we're still family." (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

"Bullshit...you shameless traitor...if you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one..."

Wan Hao's anger flared even more upon seeing Gu Baichuan. If this shameless villain hadn't ambushed him that day, he wouldn't have been captured by Cao Jie and his men.

"Sigh, I meant well, why must you hurl such insults at me, Chief Escort? Enough, enough, good words are often met with harsh words, nephew, it's time for you to distance yourself from this old dog."

Gu Baichuan said to Changfeng.

Changfeng gritted his teeth. In any case, he was already disgraced. It seemed that everyone in the Li family and the Longwei Escort Agency was doomed. As a traitor, the only way for him to rise to prominence under the Ninth Prince was to distance himself from him before his father died.

"You shameless old dog!"

Changfeng shrieked, pointing at Wanhao and cursing, "Today I sever all ties with you, it's either you or me..."

"Beast..."

Wanhao, enraged, leaped up, ignoring the poisonous insects around him, and lunged at Changfeng. Suddenly, the surrounding insects sprang up and attacked Wanhao. Seeing that Wanhao was suspended in mid-air with nowhere to hide, Cibei swiftly used his Dragon-Capturing Hand technique, pulling Wanhao back from three zhang away and saving his life.

"Chief镖头, calm down..."

Yun Ao hugged the agitated Wanhao from behind.

"You call yourself Compassionate? I heard you were beaten like a rag doll by the Ninth Prince in the Eastern Depot, yet you still have the nerve to act like a hero? Are so-called righteous people really this shameless?"

Before the sinister words had even finished, a huge poisonous lizard fell from mid-air and crashed onto the bluestone ground with a loud bang. Sitting on the lizard was a man wrapped in black robes, his face covered in poisonous sores and looking extremely ugly. It was none other than the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord, who was famous throughout Miao territory, and his mount, the Poison Dragon.

"Demon Lord, you've finally shown yourself."

Zi Hua pointed her longsword at him and said, "As a renowned figure in the martial world, how could you willingly become a lackey of a treacherous eunuch? If word gets out, you'll only be ridiculed by your fellow martial artists."

"Hahaha..."

The Demon Lord laughed wildly, "You bunch of trash, all you can do in the face of defeat is spout these kinds of verbal arguments. Since ancient times, the victor is

king and the loser is villain. What right do you have to laugh at me? Want to fight me in real combat? Then first, have a go at my treasure." The Demon Lord's body floated down and landed, his giant mouth of poisonous dragon

opening with a strange "Roar..." as he lunged at the crowd. "Everyone, get out of the way..."

Ci Bei shouted, and everyone hurriedly dodged. This monster had a gaping maw, was pitch black, had strange horns on its back, four powerful claws, and a long tail that resembled a whip with barbs. If one were struck by it, their bones would surely be broken.

Compassion, meeting the venomous dragon's onslaught, struck its head with a lightning-fast palm strike. Simultaneously, Zihua pierced its left shoulder with her sword, while Yun'ao slashed wildly down its spine with his saber. The Ancestor, however, remained aloof and refused to join the fray.

Although the venomous dragon possessed a body of bronze and iron, the combined attack from the three masters caused it excruciating pain. It opened its mouth wide, spewing out a cloud of poisonous mist. The three were shocked and leaped backward. The residual force of the mist struck several righteous masters who were slow to retreat. They screamed in agony, their bodies covered in large, walnut-sized sores, their hands and feet tearing at their flesh. Within moments, their flesh had festered and suppurated, leaving only piles of white bones on the ground.

"Everyone, don't approach this poisonous mist..."

Compassion, Zihua, and Yun'ao each channeled their full power, using their combined palm strikes to create a wall of energy that blocked the mist a foot away. The Ancestor, however, remained arrogant and refused to join the fray.

Seeing the venomous lizard's ferocity, Xin Yi felt anxious. However, her martial arts were limited, and her mind control technique was only effective on humans within a three-foot radius, ineffective against these venomous insects and beasts, offering no real help.

Ci Bei, seeing Yun Ao's rapidly improving internal energy—though not yet as strong as his own, but only slightly inferior—felt greatly gratified. He felt he had a worthy successor. At this moment, he felt his internal energy erupting continuously from his dantian, seemingly inexhaustible, propelling his internal energy to an unprecedented level. He disregarded the problem with his body and immediately pushed

the ninth level of the "Formless Divine Skill" to its peak. A white aura surged forth, forcibly compressing the black mist into a five-foot space, forming a black sphere of energy.

Ci Bei shouted, "Tit for tat! Let you taste the power of this poison!"

He forcefully launched the five-foot-long sphere of poisonous energy like a cannonball towards the venomous dragon.

The poisonous dragon, unaware of the danger, crashed head-on into the energy sphere, instantly flying more than three zhang away with screams. The Demon Lord, enraged by his injured pet, raised his hand to block the energy sphere, confident that his internal poison techniques would prevent him from being harmed.

However, the Compassionate One reversed the energy sphere, spinning it around and sending it whizzing past the Demon Lord, crashing into the ranks of the Eastern Depot's Imperial Guards. A series of screams followed as the poisonous mist within the energy sphere exploded, instantly incapacitating more than a dozen people. The Demon Lord quickly leaped back, opening his mouth wide to inhale all the poisonous mist and simultaneously drain the poison from those already poisoned.

However

, the toxicity was so potent that seven or eight Imperial Guards had already died, and the rest, if not dead, were crippled.

The Demon Lord, having failed to seize the Poisonous Orb and instead allowing it to injure his own men, was humiliated and filled with resentment. Cui Yingyuan stepped forward and said, "Demon Lord, things could change in the future. The two old ghosts, Cibei and Zihua, possess formidable inner strength. Your chances of defeating them alone are likely limited. It would be better to unleash your poisonous creatures to devour them completely..."

"No need..."

the Demon Lord said angrily, "Today I will kill them all with my true abilities, so they will understand before they die that I did not rise to power in Miao territory by relying on these poisonous insects."

With that, he shook his arms, leaped onto the rising Poisonous Dragon, and with a flick of his right hand, snatched the strange staff from the young boy in green who was supporting him, charging straight towards the crowd.

Cui Yingyuan's lips curled into a sinister smile. This old fellow was indeed easily provoked. Letting this guy lead the charge—if he won, he'd still get the lion's share of the credit as the commander; if he died… hehe, this old fellow has always been arrogant and self-important, putting on airs in front of us. His death would be even better; the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect would be leaderless, making it easier for his adoptive father to control them, and perhaps even allowing him to obtain a considerable amount of high-quality poisons from them.

To save face, the Demon Lord disregarded the danger and immediately unleashed his "Seven Deadly Poisons."

The protective aura formed from seven-colored poisonous smoke was truly lethal, and the poisonous dragon beneath him opened its claws wildly, its long tail lashing out, killing the heroes who screamed and dodged.

The heroes knew that this man and beast were covered in poison and couldn't get close, so they resorted to throwing hidden weapons. However, the poisonous dragon had a body of copper and iron, while the Demon Lord's seven-colored poisonous aura protected him; the hidden weapons were blasted away before they even reached three feet away, unable to harm him.

"Everyone, step back..."

With a swift movement of his palms, Cibei unleashed a powerful surge of energy that rushed straight at the Demon Lord. It was

the "Five Ding Mountain Split" move from the "Jade-Breaking Palm."

The Demon Lord felt his breath catch in his throat, realizing this move was no ordinary attack.

He channeled his power into his staff, known as the "Ten Thousand Poisons Staff." This divine weapon, crafted from ten-thousand-year-old ironwood from Miao territory, was impervious to even the most formidable weapons. It had been slowly melted into the staff shape over twenty years using various strong acids and poisons. This staff had absorbed countless deadly toxins, and its tip was incredibly sharp. It was the Demon Lord's unique weapon for fighting enemies. Now, he unleashed a seven-colored aura that met Cibei head-on. At the same time, the Demon Lord's entire body swelled up, shattering his upper garments and revealing his hideous and grotesque face. With a

"boom,"

Cibei was sent flying back through the air, while the Demon Lord was nearly thrown off the Poison Dragon. Fortunately, he managed to clamp his legs tightly around the Poison Dragon's ribs, pulling it back a foot. The Poison Dragon's four claws dug four deep trenches into the ground.

Compassion felt his palms go numb, realizing he had been poisoned by the opponent's seven-colored poison. He hurriedly circulated his internal energy to expel the poison, while the Demon Lord's face turned pale and he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood. The black blood

sizzled and emitted white smoke as it hit the ground.

The Demon Lord felt his internal organs churning, having suffered internal injuries. He thought to himself, "I heard from those guys from the Eastern Depot that this Compassion's skill is far inferior to that of the Ninth Prince. Even when they joined forces, they were beaten badly by him. In my own battles with the Ninth Prince, I should be much stronger than him. How come it seems that his skill is slightly higher than mine now? Could it be that this guy's internal energy has greatly improved during this time?"

The Demon Lord was stunned when Zi Hua and Yun Ao attacked from both sides with their swords and sabers combined. They knew that the Demon Lord's poison skills were domineering. If they didn't take advantage of his injuries and launch a full-scale attack, it would be difficult to kill him once he recovered.

The Demon Lord saw countless glittering halos of light crashing down from his left, and mountains of blades bearing down from his right. He had nowhere to retreat but to unleash his "Seven Deadly Poisonous Qi"

to its peak, wildly wielding his "Ten Thousand Poison Staff" to meet

their fierce attacks head-on.

For a moment, everyone saw sword qi, blade qi, and staff qi clashing together; those with weaker inner strength couldn't even get close. Xin Yi's heart was in her throat, fearing Yun Ao might be harmed. The

disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were also quite tense. After all, their master was facing top figures of the righteous path. Although their master wanted to eliminate them single-handedly for the sake of face, losing his head would be a huge loss. Only the young boy in green supporting the Demon Lord remained calm. After a long

battle, the three suddenly separated. The Demon Lord was bleeding profusely from multiple wounds, clearly seriously injured, while Zi Hua Yun Ao had also been struck by his staff, his face turning purplish-black, clearly severely poisoned. He could only leap back to his own camp, sit cross-legged, and circulate his inner energy to expel the poison.

The two men's faces turned pale and then purple, and seven-colored sweat billowed from their heads. Xin Yi rushed forward to help Yun Ao expel the poison, but Qin Kang grabbed her arm, saying, "Lady Lian, your nephew has been poisoned by an extremely potent poison. Even the sweat he's expelling is highly toxic. Anyone with insufficient skill who gets close to him will also be poisoned."

Xin Yi knew he was right and quickly turned to Li Mu, asking, "Lord Marquis, do you have any antidote?"

Li Mu had already pulled out a small box from his robes and taken out several pills, saying, "These pills were given to me by Physician Zhang. They have miraculous effects in expelling poison and healing injuries. Quickly give them to them to restore their strength." Xin Yi

thanked him profusely, took the pills, held her breath, and fed them to the two men. Yun Ao opened his eyes and saw Xin Yi's anxious expression. A warm feeling welled up in his heart, as if the poison had been suppressed considerably.

Xin Yi was about to give Cibei the medicine when she saw him stand up, his palms already restored to their white color, clearly indicating that the poison had been dispelled.

"Heroine Lian, keep this medicine to save others, I don't need it..."

Cibei felt his internal energy surge, expelling the poison that would normally take an hour to cure in just half an incense stick's time. Knowing that the Demon Lord was also injured, he knew he had to defeat him with all his might to regain morale. He

immediately attacked the Demon Lord with flying palms. The Demon Lord had also sustained multiple injuries, but his poisonous aura protected him, so the weapons only penetrated a small portion of his body. Although the pain was intense, none were fatal. However, the excessive bleeding and severe internal injuries left him feeling dizzy and disoriented, and Cibei was already upon him.

"Die..."

The Demon Lord frantically unleashed the "Seven-Colored Poisonous Qi"

to its peak, causing all the poisonous sores on his body to burst open, gushing out poisonous fluid. His staff had turned crimson red, all the poisonous power in his body concentrated in this one move. If the Nine Thousand Years Old didn't use the "Great Sun Purple Qi"

or "Moonlight Purple Qi," he

probably wouldn't be able to withstand this attack.

Compassion's power had also reached its peak. In an instant, he felt that he had surpassed the ninth level of the "Formless Divine Art"

and reached the tenth level. He had made up his mind that this move would fight the Demon Lord to a draw. Even if the Demon Lord's power was high, he would be seriously injured if he was hit by these two palms. Even if he died at the Demon Lord's hands, it would create an opportunity for Zi Hua and Yun Ao to kill him. A true man should sacrifice his life for righteousness.

Just as the two top masters were about to make a life-or-death battle, a strange roar suddenly came from the heavens, almost knocking everyone in the arena to the ground. A huge, naked body appeared between them, embracing a naked jade body.

At this moment, the two unleashed their full power, making it impossible for them to retract their attacks. It seemed these two unexpected guests were about to be crushed into pieces by the two astonishing forces, but unexpectedly, the giant pushed left and right with both palms, forcefully suppressing the two astonishing forces, preventing them from advancing any further. The powerful gale shook the ground where the four stood, sending bricks flying and creating a huge crater more than ten feet wide. The area within twenty feet became a dead zone, with dust flying everywhere. As everyone covered their faces, screams rang out. The Demon Lord and Compassion were simultaneously thrown back and collapsed to the ground. People from both sides rushed to drag them back and treat them. Yun Ao saw that his master's face was pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and wrinkles covering his face; he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His strength was no longer what it had been, and touching his pulse revealed extreme weakness.

"Master… Master, what's wrong…"

Yun Ao cried anxiously, tears streaming down his face. So many loved ones had left him during this time; was his master going to die too? Ignoring his still-poisoned wounds, he channeled all his inner energy into Compassion's body.

On the other side, the Demon Lord was severely injured, bleeding profusely from his seven orifices, clearly more seriously wounded than Cibei. Madam Min and the others hurriedly pulled out a large amount of poison and poured it into his mouth. The Demon Lord's body was already immune to all poisons, and the more poison he ingested, the better it would be for his healing.

At this moment, the dust in the arena gradually settled, and everyone gradually saw the naked man and woman in the arena. Juebei and Jueku were shocked to see that the naked, strong man was actually their senior brother, Juechen, the number one master of Shaolin. His eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were bulging, saliva was dripping from his mouth, and his beard and hair had turned black. This once solemn and dignified holy monk who had vanquished demons and protected the righteous was now like a lustful beast out of control, frantically having sex with a similarly naked and beautiful woman. The woman seemed to be in a daze, moaning and groaning, tightly embracing Juechen's body, seemingly enjoying it very much.

"Furong... how... how could it be her..."

Zilong finally recognized that the woman was his beloved Tie Furong.

"Hahaha...so exhilarating...so exhilarating..."

Juechen howled wildly, oblivious to the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, taking the full force of the two masters' attacks had caused him some internal injuries. However, he was now completely focused on making love with Furong and paid no attention to anything else. Juechen's thick penis lifted Furong's body up, and he didn't need to hold her with his hands. He walked towards her with his hands behind his back, while his penis rhythmically moved inside Furong's body. With Juechen's unparalleled internal strength, he could easily control the movement of his penis, and each thrust brought Furong immense pleasure.

"Oh...oh..."

Furong had completely lost the awe-inspiring righteousness of the former goddess constable. Her head was thrown back, her hair was disheveled, her eyes rolled back, and she cried out in a lewd manner, responding to Juechen's lewdness. The hundreds of people in the audience stared blankly. Jue was filled with grief, shame, and anger. If others knew that this lewd old man was actually his senior brother, wouldn't the reputation of Shaolin be ruined? Jue was also bitter, thinking that he had broken the precept against lust. He never expected that the former number one master of Shaolin would be even more outrageous than him, having sex with the well-known goddess constable in front of everyone. Even if they wanted to hide it, many people knew Juechen. How could they explain it then?

"Old lecher, let him go..."

Zilong, like a madman, swung his knife and rushed forward, slashing straight at the back of Juechen's neck. He also knew that the other party had shaken off two masters with his divine skill and knew that he was no match for him. But his beloved woman had been raped in public by this old lecher. As a man, he could not swallow this insult and had to fight this old lecher to the death.

Juechen felt the sound of a metal blade and immediately activated his "Indestructible Vajra Body."

Instantly, a golden light shield appeared three feet in front of him, enveloping the two of them. Zilong's sword struck it, and the steel blade shattered, piercing his body and causing blood to splatter everywhere.

"Ah..."

Zilong was badly injured, but he refused to retreat even half a step. He threw away the broken sword and activated the "Heart Sutra," unleashing a

frenzied barrage of blows. After several punches, his fists were a bloody mess, the bones shattered, a gruesome sight. The powerful internal force rebounded, causing him to cough up blood.

"Let go... let him go... waah..."

Zilong coughed up blood as he weakly pounded on the seemingly indestructible energy shield, but Juechen and Furong were engrossed in their work within the shield and paid him no heed.

"Furong... Rong... I'm useless... I'm a piece of trash..."

Zilong wailed, kneeling on the ground, wishing he could kill himself on the spot. He had never hated his own powerlessness so much, allowing his beloved to be humiliated in public like this.

"Brother Fang, retreat quickly..."

Yun Ao shouted, brandishing his precious sword and charging forward. On the other side, Zi Hua, suppressing his poison injuries, wielded his Zhenwu Sword to assist him. Having traveled the martial world for many years, he naturally recognized Jue Chen and hurriedly shouted, "Master Jue Chen, what's wrong with you? Do you know what you're doing?"

"What... this person is actually Jue Chen?"

"Right, I've seen him before, how did he become like this..."

"My god, how did a Shaolin monk become a lecherous demon?"

"But this Tie Furong is too... too lewd, being raped in public seems quite enjoyable, like a cat in heat."

The crowd pointed and discussed among themselves.

The Demon Lord, having taken a large amount of poison, had already suppressed his injuries. However, due to his already severe injuries and the added blow from Juechen's palm strike, he was forced to sit cross-legged. With a soft whistle, poisonous insects and snakes rapidly swarmed around him, densely packed, causing the members of the Eastern Depot to flee in terror. Dong San Niang hurriedly explained to Cui Yingyuan, "My lord, my master is absorbing the poison from these insects to heal his wounds. They are all under my master's control and won't harm their own people."

At this moment, thousands of poisonous insects crawled onto the Demon Lord's body, layer upon layer, tightly enveloping him and forming a huge sphere nearly ten feet in diameter. The sphere itself was constantly writhing, a sight that truly sent chills down one's spine.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Cui Yingyuan wondered whether this lewd old man who had suddenly appeared was friend or foe. He thought it best if the righteous people joined forces to deal with him, and let them fight to their hearts' content. There was no need for his side to provoke this terrifying evil star. He was able to repel the full force of the Demon Lord and the Compassionate One by one. This old monster's power was probably only slightly inferior to his adoptive father.

Meteor, terrified, retreated several steps and whispered as he hid behind the crowd. Dong San Niang, seeing her beloved's strange behavior, followed and asked, "Husband, what's wrong? Why are you hiding?"

Meteor whispered, "San Niang, let's slip away as soon as we get a chance. This old devil is Jue Chen, the number one master of Shaolin. Three years ago, he's the one who captured me and made me suffer so much at Shaolin Temple." "

What? This old lecher is Jue Chen? Hmph… He's the one who caused you to be trapped in Shaolin Temple back then? Looks like he's just a lecherous bald monk. Good… Today we're strong and well-equipped, we can take this opportunity to kill this old bastard and vent your anger."

Although San Niang saw how powerful Jue Chen was, she figured that even with his high skill, he couldn't withstand the combined attack of hundreds of them.

By this time, Yun Ao and Zi Hua had already launched dozens of attacks around the qi shield, but the shield was incredibly flexible and resilient. Swords and blades would only penetrate half a foot before bouncing back. Even with their divine weapons, they couldn't harm him. Jue Chen, despite their frenzied attacks, only twisted his waist and shouted, "Fu Rong, enjoy yourself to the fullest!" Zi Long, whose spirit was nearly broken, was rescued by Qin Kang using his lightness skill to bandage his wounds.

"Master Jue Chen, stop... What you're doing will ruin Shaolin's reputation, stop..."

No matter how Zi Hua called out, Jue Chen only focused on his work, feeling ashamed and his face flushed red. He felt the surprised and contemptuous gazes from all around him and wished he could disappear into the ground. They also wanted to persuade Jue Chen to stop and not bring shame to Shaolin, but their martial arts were inferior to Zi Hua's, so it would be useless for them to go up against him. Jue Chen seemed to be possessed at this moment. If they rashly stepped forward and were struck by him, what would become of them?

Li Mu was also anxious. His compassion had miraculously returned, and he sat down cross-legged to circulate his energy. His red complexion had improved somewhat, but his wrinkles had increased, and he had become much thinner. At this moment, Zhang Ruoshui walked up from behind the crowd, coughing, followed by Tianyou.

"Cough cough... Alas... Lord Marquis, I'm late..."

Zhang Ruoshui stepped forward and apologized.

"Mr. Zhang, why are you so late? What happened?"

Li Mu asked.

"Furong... she... wasn't she receiving treatment at my place? How... how could she be..."

Zilong, who had been looking dazed, suddenly jumped up, grabbed Zhang Ruoshui, and asked fiercely.

“Alas… Brother Fang, it’s all my fault… Just now, the people from the Eastern Depot broke in, and I was trying to find a place to hide her with Iron Constable, but we were surrounded by a group of Imperial Guards. In the nick of time, that…”

He pointed to Juechen, who was fighting with Furong in the middle of the field, “I remember that he was Master Juechen from Shaolin. He suddenly appeared and killed those Imperial Guards. I was about to thank him when he suddenly grabbed Iron Constable and stripped her naked on the spot… Alas… I’m sorry I was powerless to stop him, and I was even slapped by him… Fortunately, I took some healing medicine, otherwise… cough cough…”

Zhang Ruoshui coughed up some blood, and Zilong also felt that he had been too rash and loosened his collar.

“Zilong, this matter is not the fault of the Divine Doctor. When I found him, he was in a hurry for me to help him save Iron Constable.”

Tianyou also chimed in from the side.

"Alright, nobody wants this to happen. Everyone, the most important thing is to save Officer Tie quickly,"

Li Mu said urgently. He looked at the old ancestor standing beside him and could only step forward and whisper, "Ancestor, Officer Tie is in trouble now. I hope you can lend a hand." The

old ancestor's expression changed. He had been unwilling to make a move earlier, partly to elevate his own status, but another reason was that after exchanging blows with Cibei, he was shocked to find that the other party's internal strength had greatly improved. He never wanted to show weakness in front of others, let alone lose face. So he secretly took out two slices of ginseng, put them in his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them.

This ancient ginseng king, a heirloom of our ancestor, has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon for tens of thousands of years. It has become sentient and can burrow underground to evade ginseng hunters. Its speed is comparable to that of a top-tier martial arts master. Hundreds of years ago, it was captured by the 18th generation leader of the Tianshan Sect, an ancestor of our ancestor. Our ancestral Taoist arts placed a restriction on the ginseng king, preventing it from escaping. The ginseng king, being sentient, could only plead with its captor. It was truly unfortunate that it was captured. In another hundred years, it could have cultivated immortality and ascended to heaven, escaping the Three Realms. However, being captured has interrupted its cultivation. But such a treasure will only arouse the greed in others' hearts, so how could they easily let it go?

The Ginseng King knew that it would face a great calamity before attaining immortality, so it begged the other party not to kill it. If only the ginseng slices were cut off, the ginseng would heal naturally after a period of time. Each slice of the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng had the miraculous effect of regenerating flesh from bones. It could not only cure all diseases, expel all poisons, prolong life, but also increase the internal strength of martial arts practitioners by nearly sixty years. The ancestor was tempted and bound the ginseng. He tried to cut off a slice of ginseng and took it. The result was miraculous. Moreover, the Ginseng King's wound healed automatically after a month. From then on, the Ginseng King became a slave of the Tianshan Sect. However, the human body is ultimately finite. While ginseng slices possess miraculous effects, excessive consumption can lead to over-nourishment and death. Therefore, although the Tianshan Sect leaders throughout history have included heroes with extraordinary martial arts and internal strength, none have ever truly dominated the martial arts world. This is because they feared that overdose could cause meridian swelling and blood rushing to the brain, leading to death. It's like guarding a gold vault but only being able to take out a little gold at a time; taking too much could crush you. This time, the patriarch brought this sect's treasure with him to the capital, stored in a black iron box. With this treasure on his person, he is not afraid of the various poisons and techniques of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. Not long ago, the Prince of Xin's envoy summoned him and promised that he could become a member of the Heavenly Dao Alliance in the future. Overjoyed at the sight of Li Mumo, he presented five slices of ginseng to Prince Xin. Although he had joined Li Mumo's ranks, he considered himself a superior confidant of Prince Xin. To lose face in front of these people would also be a disgrace to Prince Xin. In order to show himself in front of everyone, he had no choice but to swallow two slices of ginseng. It should be noted that he had only taken three slices of ginseng in his entire life. Each time, his power increased by sixty years, but it would take several months to fully digest the medicinal effects. Moreover, there was always a twenty-year interval between each dose to avoid any aftereffects. Swallowing two slices at once was truly an emergency, forcing him to turn the tide. At this moment, the meridians in his dantian felt like they were on fire. He could only painstakingly circulate his internal energy to guide the medicinal properties to all the meridians in his body.

Seeing that the patriarch remained silent and motionless, Li Mu and the assembled heroes were quite disappointed. They secretly thought that this Tianshan Sect leader was probably all talk and no action; he dared not confront either the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Lord or Jue Chen, only standing aside pretending to be a hermit.

"What kind of Tianshan Patriarch is he? He's a complete fraud!"

"It seems his disciple killed Chief Zhang to save his own life."

"That's right, a disciple is just like his master."

"If you don't dare to fight, just say so; why pretend?"

For a moment, the heroes were full of complaints about the Tianshan Sect, and the disciples were extremely embarrassed and didn't know how to defend themselves.

The patriarch was furious and cursed inwardly: "A bunch of blind fools! After I absorb all the medicinal power, I'll show you the power of the Tianshan Patriarch! Then I'll take care of this old poisoner and that old lecherous monk, becoming the number one expert in the world! Hehe, after I've dealt with them, it'll be Sword God Feng Wutian and the Nine Thousand Years Old's turn!"

At this moment, Cibei was surrounded by white mist. Zhang Ruoshui stepped forward, took out a golden needle, and said, "Senior, I will insert a few needles into you to speed up the recovery of your power."

Compassionately nodded and said, "Thank you very much, Physician Zhang. Please begin the acupuncture."

Zhang Ruoshui took out several golden needles from his sleeve and swiftly inserted them into several of Cibei's vital acupoints. Cibei felt his internal energy surge like a tidal wave. He quickly channeled his internal energy into his meridians, knowing that if he could force all the golden needles out of his body, his internal energy would surely increase dramatically.

At this moment, Zihua Yun'ao was frantically attacking the qi shield but could not break through it. Juechen, on the other hand, seemed to have vented his anger enough and suddenly threw Furong towards the crowd, saying, "Alright, she's done. Let me have another one."

At the same time, his figure flashed like lightning and plunged into the crowd of heroes.

The crowd scattered in fright at the sudden intrusion of this scourge. Poor Furong, exhausted and limp from the ordeal, lay on the ground, still twitching slightly. A gush of semen and vaginal fluid spurted from between her legs as she whimpered, "I...want...I...want...more...want...ooh..."

Zilong quickly removed his outer garment to cover Furong's ravaged body, his eyes glaring fiercely at the arrogant Juechen, secretly vowing to kill this old lecher to avenge Furong.

"Hmm...the little girl is quite pretty, you'll do..."

Juechen surprisingly chose Xiaofeng, who lay unconscious in the corner, and grabbed her.

"Put her down quickly..."

Yun'ao and Zihua arrived, swords drawn, but Juechen promptly activated his "Indestructible Body,"

his protective aura enveloping him and Xiaofeng.

"Hehe, little girl, wake up, the Buddha is about to favor you..."

Juechen leered, his arms jolting Xiaofeng awake. She found herself held in the arms of a tall, strong, naked man and screamed in terror.

"Ah... what are you doing... let me go..."

Xiaofeng struggled desperately, but her shoulders were gripped tightly by his large hands, rendering her powerless. Juechen channeled his inner strength, and with a "crack,"

Xiaofeng's tight-fitting clothes and bodice shattered, revealing her fair, somewhat delicate body and her underdeveloped breasts.

"Ah... get away..."

Xiaofeng's mind flashed back to the horrific scene of her mother being gang-raped by a group of lecherous men because of her. Was this tragedy about to befall her? No... she would rather die than be raped. With that thought, she launched a vicious kick at Juechen's groin. The kick was powerful, but felt like hitting an iron bar, causing her to scream in agony.

"Haha, this little girl is quite wild. Let me, the Buddha, teach you a lesson."

Juechen grabbed Xiaofeng's slender foot, lifted it above his head, and ripped off her little blue boot, revealing her delicate foot clad in white socks.

"Ah..."

Xiaofeng cried out in surprise, but Juechen held the boot in his hand, rubbing it against his engorged member, which was covered in semen. In the blink of an eye, the boot became incredibly sticky. Juechen played with Xiaofeng's slender foot, chuckling lewdly, while his protective aura remained undiminished. No matter how hard Yun Ao and Zihua tried, they couldn't break through it in the slightest.

"You lecherous thief... kill me! I will never submit to your lewd power..."

Xiao Feng spat at him after cursing. Jue Chen laughed loudly, "You're quite chaste, much better than the last one. Alright, I'll play something more exciting."

With that, he shoved the small boots, which were covered in semen, into Xiao Feng's mouth and then shook her slender feet. Instantly, Xiao Feng's lower body, from the small boots and white socks to the trousers and underpants, was shattered by Jue Chen's pure internal force, yet her delicate skin and tender flesh were not damaged in the slightest. Jue Chen raised his terrifying, thick, nearly two-foot-long penis, as thick as a child's arm, and slowly pushed it up against Xiao Feng's sparsely haired virgin territory.

Tears streamed down Xiao Feng's face. She wanted to curse, but with her own boot in her mouth, she couldn't utter a single word. The stench of male semen on the boot, mixed with her saliva, was being forced into her stomach, making her feel nauseous and almost vomiting. She could feel that horrible thing pressing against her genitals, slowly penetrating deeper, the pain almost causing her to faint.

"Master... wait a minute, this little girl is my woman! Please, Master, have mercy and grant her to your disciple..."

Luo Han appeared on the roof at some point, shouting.

"Oh..."

Juechen stopped what he was doing and looked at Luohan, saying, "I didn't expect you to be such a romantic, taking a fancy to this little girl? She's a few years older than you, but that doesn't matter. Fine... I'll give her to you, but you have to deflower her here, right here on this roof, so I can see clearly..."

After saying that, Juechen gently tossed Xiaofeng more than ten feet away, landing her in Luohan's arms. Luohan caught Xiaofeng's jade body, which he had been longing for, and his mouth watered. But then he saw Xiaofeng's tearful and indignant expression, and his lust subsided. He thought to himself: If I force myself on her like this, I may get her body, but I won't get her heart. After I deflower her, she might commit suicide out of shame and indignation. Wouldn't that be a pity? Fine, I'll be a good person one more time.

Luohan placed Xiaofeng's jade body on the roof and then forcefully pried open her struggling jade legs, unzipped his trousers, and

gently inserted his erect "little monk" into Xiaofeng's vagina, which had been slightly opened by his master earlier.

"Ugh..."

Xiao Feng's body convulsed, feeling as if her heart had shattered completely. She had finally lost her virginity, just like the young lady, her body was now impure. Luo Han's "little monk"

was slowly thrusting inside her, but strangely, the penis gradually softened.

Luo Han slowly leaned close to Xiao Feng's ear and whispered, "Cooperate with me a little, act like you're in a lot of pain. I won't break your virginity, it's just an act to fool my master."

After saying that, he continued to make thrusting motions, pretending to be working hard.

Xiao Feng felt his burning hot penis inside her, but instead of growing longer or harder, it slowly shrank back into his body. This was actually a unique technique of Shaolin Kung Fu called "Shrinking the Penis," and the monks who created this technique probably never imagined it would be used here. Xiao Feng was overjoyed and looked at Luo Han with a mixture of shame, anger, and gratitude. She then pretended to be in pain, gripping the roof tightly with both hands and kicking her legs as if she were being violated. Xiao Feng was slender and not as voluptuous and mature as Fu Rong, but she had her own unique charm. The short Luo Han pressed down on her, feeling her delicate skin and youthful aura. Luo Han was immediately aroused. Although he promised not to break Xiao Feng's virginity, he rubbed his shrunken hips against her vulva, while his hands awkwardly caressed Xiao Feng's breasts and shoulders.

Xiao Feng felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen. Her adorable little bud had begun to harden under the friction, and a trickle of "nectar" began to flow from her vaginal opening.

Luo Han, sensing the dampness in Xiao Feng's lower body, couldn't help but smile broadly as he helped her pull the wet little boots out of her mouth and chuckled softly, "Sister Feng, you actually really want to do that kind of thing with me, don't you... You actually like me, so consider these boots a token of our love."

With that, he put the little boots into his bosom.

Xiao Feng glared angrily and muttered, "Give them back... you little lecher..."

She couldn't help but reach out and pinch his thigh hard. Luo Han winced in pain, but he was also seeking revenge, so he thrust even harder, rubbing the bud between Xiao Feng's legs.

"Oh... oh..."

Xiao Feng's jade face flushed red, and she began to grab wildly with both legs. Her slender legs began to kick forcefully, and her snow-white feet were stretched straight, stomping on the roof tiles. Compared to her previous pretense, this time it was truly becoming real.

Luo Han leaned close to Xiao Feng's ear and lewdly said, "Sister Feng, I'm doing this for your own good. If Master finds out we're faking it, he'll come and defile you. Please bear with me for a little while, don't be so stingy. I've protected your virginity twice, and you won't even give me a stinky boot."

"You're the stinky one... oh... oh... you... you all... are all... lewd... oh..."

Xiao Feng was already panting heavily and could barely speak. A sense of panic gripped her; even this made her feel like her bones were melting. If that hard, thick thing were to penetrate her that day, wouldn't she be in excruciating pain? But what if it were inside her? Would it feel good? Xiao Feng shook her head violently, banishing the distorted thoughts from her mind. "How disgusting! Why am I thinking about these things? How shameless!"

Those below, unaware of the situation of the two above, cursed loudly, "Shameless little lecher!"

"Kill these two lechers!"

"They're worse than beasts!"

Jue Chen, however, was smug and showed no remorse. Yun Ao and Zi Hua tried to climb onto the roof to stop Luo Han, but Jue Chen blocked them. This time, he no longer just used his divine power for protection but directly unleashed his fists and feet. Every move was several times more powerful than before, forcing Yun Ao and Zi Hua to retreat repeatedly in just a few exchanges.

Yun Ao, after exchanging several blows, was already bleeding from his tiger's mouth. Jue Chen's fists were like a pair of fists forged from diamond, capable of withstanding the sharpness of divine weapons. Moreover, the fierce force contained within them surged directly into Yun Ao's arm meridians, causing them to become disordered.

Zi Hua was in a relatively better situation. After all, his skill had improved considerably recently, and he had mastered the technique of using the opponent's force against them. He used the "Sacred Wheel"

mental technique to integrate into the "Tai Chi Sword"

to neutralize Jue Chen's powerful fist attack. Without him, Yun Ao would probably have been seriously injured by Jue Chen long ago. However, even with their combined efforts, the two could only barely parry, let alone injure Jue Chen, who clearly still had energy left, laughing and cursing incessantly: "You two little bastards, what are you doing bothering the Buddha? The Buddha has already comprehended the Heavenly Dao. Today, I am here to subdue demons and create a paradise. If you continue to obstruct me, be careful, the Buddha will not show mercy."

Although Li Mu, Lian Xinyi, and the others wanted to help, the three men's fist and sword auras were too fierce to approach them.

At this moment, Cibei roared and leaped more than three zhang high, shooting out more than ten golden needles from his body. His skill had finally advanced to

the tenth level of the "Formless Divine Skill."

After landing gracefully, Cibei looked at Zhang Ruoshui with a strange expression. Zhang Ruoshui smiled and said, "Senior, seize the opportunity, your time is running out..."

"Alas..."

Cibei sighed deeply. He felt his internal energy was stronger than ever before, but his life force was rapidly draining away. He understood that Zhang Ruoshui must have tampered with the acupuncture, forcing him to exchange his life force for peak internal energy.

"Enough... Doctor Zhang, I hope you will take care of yourself..."

Cibei's figure blurred, appearing before Juechen with lightning speed. He struck out with a palm, the force of which was truly like splitting a mountain, cleaving through Juechen's seemingly invulnerable aura and striking his shoulder hard.

"Oh..."

Juechen felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and a sweet taste in his mouth. He hadn't expected that his momentary carelessness and lack of strength would allow his opponent to break through his protective golden body. In his rage, he slammed two heavy punches into Cibei's chest and abdomen.

"Ugh..."

Cibei also spat out a mouthful of blood, but his protective energy was now exceptionally strong, able to withstand two of Juechen's "Great Vajra Fists."

Although he had divine protection, he was also injured internally. However, instead of retreating, he advanced, thrusting two fingers straight at Juechen's ears. The ears are the softest part of the human body, and even with the "Indestructible Vajra Body"

without shield, this is still a weak point in the protective energy. Juechen had to defend himself and parry the opponent's two fingers with his fists, but then a sharp pain came from the back of his neck and spine.

Zihua and Yun'ao's Zhenwu sword and treasure saber pierced Juechen's nape and spine. Juechen's protective qi was broken and needed time to rebuild, making him the weakest point in his resistance. Although the two used divine weapons, they couldn't penetrate Juechen's body, but the pain still made him grit his teeth.

"Damn it... so what if Buddha slept with a woman... is it worth bothering me? Buddha will kill you all today..."

In his rage, Juechen activated

the peak power of the "Yi Jin Jing". The power of the demonized "Yi Jin Jing"

was more than five times stronger. A surge of black qi suddenly protected his entire body. Four-tenths of his power forced back all the swords and sabers, while six-tenths of his power was concentrated on Cibei.

The four men, channeling their full power, began to fight back with all their might. A fierce wind arose, leveling everything within a ten-zhang radius. Even the Arhat, who was teasing Xiao Feng on the rooftop, was shocked to see his master trapped and stopped moving, watching the scene with worry. Xiao Feng, seeing the old lecherous thief surrounded, was overjoyed, hoping the three heroes would slay this shameless villain.

"Ah..."

With a chilling shriek, the ball of poisonous insects, over ten feet thick, suddenly exploded. Countless poisonous insects flew onto the men of the Eastern Depot, startling them so much that they frantically tried to dodge, only to find that all the insects were already dead and devoid of any venom.

The members of the Eastern Depot breathed a sigh of relief. The Demon Lord, reeking of a nauseating stench, emerged from the swarm of poisonous insects. He had already rapidly absorbed the venom of thousands of insects to suppress his injuries and concentrated the poison in one place, raising his "Ten Thousand Poisons Heart Sutra"

to its peak. At this moment, his poison skills had reached the pinnacle of his physical abilities. He charged out with boundless poisonous energy, and the poisonous energy that swept over the Eastern Depot experts instantly turned their skin, flesh, and even bones to ashes, and their weapons completely rusted.

"Be careful..."

Xin Yi couldn't help but cry out. At this moment, the four of them were competing in internal strength when the Demon Lord launched a sneak attack, which was extremely dangerous. The poisonous energy gathered from thousands of poisonous insects had already enveloped the four of them.

"Yun Ao..."

Xin Yi disregarded everything and swung her sword straight towards the poisonous energy. Wan Hao, Zi Long, and the others followed closely behind. Just then, the Old Ancestor of Tianshan, who had been holding back, suddenly leaped up with a powerful burst of energy, pushing everyone back.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash... Don't go throwing your lives away, watch me save them..."

With that, the patriarch unleashed a barrage of sword-like energy from both hands, his body transforming into an indestructible sword. The sword energy was so powerful that it pierced straight into the heavens, even piercing a hole in the clouds.

"Impressive..." Jue Bei,

Jue Ku, Zi Mang, and the others felt that the patriarch's sword energy was even stronger than that of the Sword God during the decisive battle at the Eastern Depot.

The patriarch had absorbed the power of two ginseng fragments in a short time, and he felt his internal energy surge so much that he was about to burst forth. Moreover, if he didn't act now, he would truly be seen as a coward by the righteous path. He concentrated all his power into his sword-like fingers and unleashed a move from the Tianshan Sword Technique, "Heavenly River Reversal."

In an instant, man and sword became one, man and sword merged, plunging into the poisonous aura.

With a deafening

roar, the entire Li mansion collapsed as if an earthquake had struck, almost everyone losing their footing. Countless cracks appeared in the floor of the main hall, as if the apocalypse had descended upon the world. The relentless gale blew anyone who approached dozens of feet away. At this moment, Yun Ao, Zi Hua, and Ci Bei were all thrown back by the shockwave, their faces turning a purplish-gold color, clearly severely injured. Yet, Ci Bei was still able to quickly stand up and place his hands on the backs of the two, expelling the poison and healing their wounds. Xin Yi hurriedly stepped forward to protect them.

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord gripped Jue Chen's head tightly with a claw. The power of the poisonous aura composed of thousands of poisonous forces was so strong that even Jue Chen, whose internal strength had reached the realm of sainthood, found it difficult to withstand. He felt as if countless ants were crawling into his meridians. The Demon Lord had actually used 80% of his poisonous power on him, while only using 20% against the other three, so he suffered the greatest blow.

The Demon Lord was also in dire straits. Juechen

unleashed a "Diamond Claw," piercing his heart, while the Ancestor's powerful sword finger pierced his chest. The injuries were beyond repair. His claw also gripped the Ancestor's throat, continuously injecting him with boundless poison. However, the Ancestor had just consumed a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng slice, greatly increasing his resistance to poison, so the poison couldn't overpower him. But having the Demon Lord's grip on his neck was still extremely uncomfortable.

"Let go..."

The ancestor abruptly pulled his hands from the Demon Lord's body, transforming them into swords. With one strike, he severed one of the Demon Lord's claws. Simultaneously, channeling all his power, he struck the Demon Lord squarely in the face. A terrifying cracking sound echoed from the Demon Lord's skull. Such a severe injury was too much for even the most ferocious Demon Lord to bear. With a scream, he released Juechen's head.

Juechen, freed, ripped out the Demon Lord's heart and slammed it into the ancestor's face. Caught off guard, the ancestor's vision blurred. Juechen seized the opportunity and delivered a powerful punch to his chest.

"Crack..."

A strange recoil force emanated from the ancestor's chest, as if he had struck some strange metal. At the same time, the ancestor's chest garment shattered, and an iron box sprang out and landed on the ground. The lid of the iron box seemed to have been forced open by Juechen's fierce punch, and a small, emerald-green figure suddenly rolled out of it.

"No... Waaah..."

The old patriarch was terrified when he saw the little figure leap out of the iron box. In his excitement, he forgot to retaliate against Juechen and was hit by two more punches. Even though his internal strength had greatly improved, he was still hit by Juechen's three heavy punches and was sent flying more than ten feet away, crashing to the ground. Juechen did not see the little figure leap out of the iron box. He was only using all his strength to suppress the poison injury. He leaped onto the roof with lightning speed, grabbed the still stunned Luohan, and rushed into the East Depot camp. All that could be heard was "Ouch."

"Get out of the way."

"Oh my god..."

A series of screams erupted, clearly from Jue Chen's furious slaughter of the Eastern Depot members blocking her path. Xiao Feng, covering her breasts and lower body with her hands, watched blankly as the two disappeared into the distance. Looking down, she saw that the lustful fluid flowing between her legs had soaked several roof tiles. The sticky fluid was extremely uncomfortable on her legs. She tried to stand up, but felt weak all over and her heart was pounding. She was furious and vowed to teach that brat Luo Han a lesson if she encountered him again. Being naked, she could not move and could only lie motionless on the roof.

The little figure that jumped out of the iron box seemed listless and fell after taking only a few steps. The Ancestor, ignoring his injuries, rushed forward and shouted, "Don't go... come back..."

The little figure was terrified of the Ancestor and buried itself in the ground. The Ancestor pressed his nose to the ground and sniffed, saying, "It's no use. You're still bound and trying to break free to rest. You won't go far... I'll smell your scent..." With

that, he leaped up and chased after it.

The situation was chaotic. Seeing this opportunity, Li Mu, with the Demon Lord and his poisoned minions dead and the Eastern Depot in disarray, shouted, "Everyone, charge! Kill these lackeys!"

At his command, the heroes charged forward with overwhelming force, though the Eastern Depot's forces, though numerous, had clearly lost their momentum.

Just as the two sides clashed, no one noticed a young boy in green carrying the Demon Lord's dead body and running towards the backyard of the Li residence.

Cibei felt his life force rapidly draining away, knowing his end was near. He seized his last moments, unleashing his full power to expel all the poison from Zihua and Yun'ao's bodies. His internal energy and Yun'ao's were of the same origin; under the infusion of this powerful energy, Yun'ao unconsciously absorbed his master's internal energy, elevating his own power to

the ninth level of the "Formless Divine Skill."

Yun'ao and Zihua turned around in shock, seeing Cibei barely breathing. Yun'ao checked his pulse and felt that the old man had no internal energy left.

"Master... Master... It's all my fault..."

Yun Ao cried out, already sensing that Cibei's time was probably up.

"Alas... child... I've lived a long life, and everyone dies eventually. I've spent half my life trying to take you as my disciple, and I have no regrets... Go on the path you want to take. You must be strong now that I can't be by your side..."

Cibei said kindly, stroking Yun Ao's head.

"Senior, go in peace. You saved my life, and in the future, the Wudang Sect will do everything in its power to protect Young Master Qi and not let him be bullied by villains,"

Zihua said.

Cibei nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Daoist... but people's hearts are unpredictable, so you must be careful..."

He lowered his voice and said, "Be careful... Zhang Ruoshui... he... he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cibei's head drooped, and this martial arts master died from exhaustion.

"Master... Master..."

Yun Ao wept bitterly, clutching the corpse. Zi Hua and Xin Yi also shed tears. Yun Ao, with a heavy heart, carried his master's body to the main hall. At this moment, Zi Long was also tending to the unconscious Fu Rong, his expression extremely dejected.

"Brother Fang, please help me look after my master's body. I... I will kill all these Eastern Depot lackeys..."

With that, Yun Ao's eyes turned bloodshot as he brandished his sword and charged straight into the battle. Xin Yi and Zi Hua followed closely behind. Zi Long smiled bitterly and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone had the courage to fight bravely, but I, this useless person, could do nothing. I couldn't even protect the one I loved. What face did I have to stand between heaven and earth?

Zhang Ruoshui, watching the frenzied fighting, said to Tian You, "Disciple, hurry up and go! It's up to you. This is your chance to make a name for yourself..."

Tian You, who had been unable to contain himself, was overjoyed to hear his master say this. He said, "Master, I will certainly not fail your teachings. I will kill as many Eastern Depot lackeys as possible to rid the people of this scourge."

With that, he also charged into the battle.

Zhang Ruoshui glanced at Cibei's corpse in the main hall and sighed, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been able to reach the peak of your inner strength in your lifetime. Actually, you should thank me more. You even told your disciple to be careful of me... Alas... What's the use of him being careful of me? Is he even worthy of being my opponent?"

Shaking his head, he turned and walked towards the backyard.

At this moment, the battlefield was already a scene of carnage, with blood flowing like a river. Wan Hao was fighting against Changfeng and Gu Baichuan, while Liuxing was battling the two monks Juebei and Jueku. Cui Yingyuan was fighting Zimang, Jiang Chengfeng was fighting Meng Weidong, San Niang was fighting Fan Gai, Jue Wu was fighting Qin Kang, Hama, and Madam Min was fighting Zi Ning and Li Mi, while the centipede was fighting Li Mu. Everyone was fighting with all their might, while the Demon Lord's mount, the Poison Dragon, had disappeared.

Yun Ao had already slain over thirty Imperial Guards the moment he charged into the fray. His inner strength was now at its peak, reaching the level of a top-tier master. The strongest fighter on the Eastern Depot's side was Meteor; killing him would shatter their morale. Thinking this, Yun Ao shouted, "Two masters, go assist the Marquis! I'll deal with this villain..."

With that, an invisible blade of energy swept towards Meteor.

A young boy in green, carrying the Demon Lord's corpse, sneaked into the backyard. Seeing no one around, he placed the body on the ground. The Demon Lord was still alive, glaring angrily at the boy.

A strange, wicked smile appeared on the boy's innocent face. "I never imagined you could break the Seven Emotions Gu's control by pushing the poison to its limit between life and death. Your skull shattered, your heart ripped out, yet you still survived. Your life is truly tough. But now everything is about to end. Considering you've been my servant for so many years, I'll give you a quick death."

He placed his hand on the Demon Lord's skull, and slowly, a small, blue-glowing sphere emerged from it.

The little ball, now completely lifeless, was dead. The boy, smugly holding the ball, said, "The Essence of Ten Thousand Poisons can't go to the grave with you, so I'll take it..."

He opened his mouth to put the ball in, but suddenly, he stared warily at the artificial rockery, saying, "Who's there...come out..."

Just as the boy was staring intently at the rockery, a powerful palm strike suddenly swept past his back. Caught off guard, he was struck by the palm wind, and the ball in his hand was sent flying, landing behind the rockery.

"You..."

The boy turned around and saw the old ancestor standing behind him with a ferocious expression. "You little beast, where did you hide my treasure?"

"What, your treasure? What's it to me..."

The boy was furious. He had intended to take this opportunity to devour the Essence of Ten Thousand Poisons to greatly enhance his poison skills, but instead, he had run into such an inexplicable and unreasonable person as the old ancestor.

"I came here by its scent. It's right here. You must have hidden it. Hand it over or I'll tear you to pieces..."

The patriarch gritted his teeth, his emotions spiraling out of control after losing the Ginseng King. Coupled with his already heightened internal energy, this further irrationalized him, leading him to unjustly suspect the boy of stealing his Ginseng King.

"Madman...get out of here..."

The boy, enraged by the loss of his Ten Thousand Poisons Essence, was determined to escape, unleashing ten poisonous finger strikes, their power no less than that of the Demon Lord.

"So you're a little beast from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect! I'll kill you one by one, tear you to pieces, and retrieve my treasure from you..."

The patriarch, confident in the medicinal properties of the Ginseng King within him, fearlessly charged forward, undeterred by the poison.

While the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's poison techniques were unparalleled, their martial arts were clearly inferior to the Tianshan Sect. After dozens of moves, although the boy managed to land two of the patriarch's fingers, he also suffered three blows from the patriarch's palms. The opponent's palm strikes were incredibly powerful, causing him to cough up black blood, while his own poison couldn't inflict much damage. "

Oh no! If this continues, I'm afraid I'll die at the hands of this madman. Fine, I'll get rid of him first, then come back for the essence. I figure no one else can absorb it." With that thought, the boy leaped up like lightning, using his lightness skill to escape.

"You little beast, don't go! Give me back my treasure..."

The ancestor chased after him like a madman, but the two disappeared in a few flashes.

A person emerged from behind the artificial rock: Jing Xiaodan. She had just let Mo Jing go, intending to rush to the main hall to help Yun Ao, but she had stumbled upon this incident. She looked down at the small ball emitting a blue light, thinking: "The Essence of Ten Thousand Poisons? According to the boy, this person's poison power can break the Seven Emotions Gu. If I absorb it, won't I possess the power of ten thousand poisons and become the King of Ten Thousand Poisons? If that's the case... if only I could break the Seven Emotions Gu?"

Xiaodan picked up the small ball, about to put it in her bosom, when suddenly it seemed to come alive and merge into her palm. Instantly, she felt as if something strange had taken over her mind; her entire pretty face turned green, her muscles twitching wildly. The poison was rapidly spreading throughout her body. The power of the myriad poisons was terrifying; how could Xiaodan's internal energy absorb it? It seemed she was about to be reduced to ashes by the power of the myriad poisons.

Just then, a small green figure burst from the ground and entered Xiaodan's body. The powerful poison was actually suppressed, and Xiaodan's green skin returned to its normal whiteness. However, the powerful shock caused her to faint on the spot.

A person jumped down from the wall in a disheveled state—it was Li Yingyang. He pondered what to do next. He had been poisoned by the Myriad Poisons Sect and would have to ask them for an antidote. He had killed Zhang Feiyan, and there was nowhere left for him in the world. It seemed his only option was to seek refuge with the Eastern Depot. He tripped and looked down to see Xiaodan lying on the ground. Damn it, it was this bitch who crippled me and my son. Li Yingyang was now extremely vicious and drew his sword to stab Xiaodan.

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