Chapter 800: Chapter 239: Battle Smoke on the Steppe, A Brilliant Stratagem Splits the Land

In an instant, Wu Zhong was drenched in blood.

Bai Zhi saw this, her beautiful eyes wide open, flames of anger burning within them as she shouted, "Lan Xiaodie, so it’s you, this demon, aiding the tyrant! Today you must pay for your actions!"

With that, she suddenly carried her son on her back, and a three-foot-long spiked silver staff appeared in her hand.

The silver staff, reflecting the flames, emitted a cold gleam, the spikes like fangs, exuding a chilling aura.

Bai Zhi moved like lightning, pouncing towards Lan Xiaodie.

As a beauty of Miaojiang, and having consumed an Immortal Pill, Bai Zhi was immune to poison, not to mention she was herself a master of poison and witchcraft. At this moment, facing Lan Xiaodie, she had no fear.

Seeing that she was recognized by Bai Zhi, Lan Xiaodie no longer concealed her face.

A cold smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she glanced around, noticing Shi Feiyang was not among the crowd.

Therefore, she thought to herself that no one present was her match. Instantly, she exhaled poison and let out a sharp laugh, "Bai Zhi, what a pity. In Miaojiang, your beauty made countless Martial Arts talents fall for you. Yet now, you willingly become a mere concubine of Shi Feiyang, heh heh! I really don’t understand what you’re thinking."

Before the laughter faded, she drew out the Green Phosphorus Sword, its blade flickering with eerie light, as if enveloped by an evil force.

She performed the "Five Poison Swordsmanship," each thrust bringing with it a thick poisonous fog. Wherever the Sword Qi reached, the air seemed corroded, hissing as it aimed directly at Bai Zhi and the infant on her back.

But, Bai Zhi was already prepared.

Both she and her son had taken Xu Fu Immortal Pills, long since immune to all poisons.

Her eyebrows knitted in anger, a cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes as she wielded the silver staff, displaying the unique "Mingquan Staff Technique" of the Miaojiang Martial Arts.

The silver staff flew up and down in her hand, the shadow of the staff heavy, occasionally releasing Gu insects from its body. These insects were varied in shape, some as large as a thumb, glittering with colorful light; others were long and thin like needles, drawing strange arcs in the air, attacking Lan Xiaodie viciously. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

In an instant, the two engaged in a duel of poison against poison, attack and counterattack, the fight deadlocked.

The air was thick with poisonous mist, and under the firelight, their figures flickered in and out of sight, locked in extremely fierce combat.

Dugu Yan seized the moment when Wu Zhong, injured and his defense weakened, darted out of the shadows like a black bolt of lightning.

His eyes glinted with ferocity, his Long Sword gleaming coldly as he executed the "Eight Styles of Renowned Sword." Each style of the Swordsmanship contained immense power, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistle, aiming fiercely at Wu Zhong, intending to kill him.

Xiao Lingling, while fighting off enemies, kept an eye on the changing battle scene. Upon seeing her husband Wu Zhong in danger, she was shocked and hurriedly flew over.

She held dual blades, the blades rotating swiftly in her hands, creating a gust of blade wind as she displayed the "Seven Fiend Saber Technique."

The blade light flashed like two agile dragons as she moved to intercept Dugu Yan’s "Eight Styles of Renowned Sword," attempting to block his fierce onslaught. However, before she could clash with Dugu Yan, Ling Lanzhi intercepted her in midair.

Ling Lanzhi, clad in a white robe, appeared like a blooming white lotus, floating down gracefully.

She executed the Celestial Sword Technique, each strike heavy and stable, emanating a strong oppressive force, like the snow on the peak of Tianshan Mountain, seemingly gentle but containing immense power.

Under the pressure of Ling Lanzhi’s Celestial Sword Technique, Xiao Lingling felt great pressure, as if trapped in an endless icy landscape, with coldness assailing from all directions, making each move extremely difficult.

Gong Simeng saw the battle deadlocked, with Wu Zhong seriously injured, and felt extremely anxious.

She hurriedly carried her daughter, holding her son, with a black serpent whip already in hand. The serpent whip was entirely black, with faint scale patterns on the whip’s body, resembling a hibernating python with a mysterious aura.

Gong Simeng flew over, as light as a crane spreading its wings.

She activated the "Holy Water Divine Technique," a faint golden halo emanating around her body, soft yet containing immense power.

She performed the "Divine Water Swordsmanship," using the whip as a sword, infusing Inner Strength into the serpent whip.

The long whip appeared straight like a sword in her hand, shimmering with golden light under the firelight, rivaling Zhang Fei’s spear in an instant.

Gong Simeng cried out tenderly, sweeping the straight whip in a circle. As it sliced through the air, a "crack" resounded, like thunder in the night sky.

The masked men attacking Wu Zhong had not reacted before their heads were severed and bodies sprayed blood like kites with broken strings, falling with a thud. Gong Simeng’s unexpected move caught these masked men off guard, their eyes full of terror and surprise.

Just as the masked men were shocked, Miao Menlong’s arrows and Shan Zhi’s darts rained down like spring rain.

Standing afar, Miao Menlong’s expression was stern as he drew the bow and arrow in one fluid motion.

His archery was superb, each arrow fired with immense power, precisely hitting the masked men like meteors chasing the moon.

Shan Zhi’s hands moved like phantoms, his plum blossom darts shot out like distant cold stars, with sharp whistling as they spun out.

The many masked men were pierced by arrows and darts, screaming as blood splattered, smearing the night sky with firelight.