"One sword can topple a city, two swords can topple a nation."

"A beauty that could topple kingdoms!"

Gong Xue held her sword to the sky, and countless sword energies converged into waves of energy that gathered on the snow-white sword, making it seem as if snow was falling all around her within a ten-zhang radius.

A tremendous chill enveloped Atao; even before the sword arrived, its intent nearly suffocated her.

She knew Gong Xue was right; she couldn't withstand that second sword strike.

With Gong Xue's sword intent and the overwhelming effect of her second sword strike, she has already approached a superhuman level.

Gong Xue has already reached the peak of a top-tier expert, and is faintly touching that threshold, only one step away from becoming a grandmaster.

Atao sighed, put the dagger back into the shape of the bracelet, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Your Highness, I have done my best."

"Zhao Hu, I..."

Having said that, Atao said no more and prepared herself to face death.

A snowstorm struck.

Atao felt a sudden tightening around her waist, and a powerful force pulled her away. In the Black Mountain mine and in the deep palace of Dajing, she had come incredibly close to death, and suddenly this didn't feel like death at all.

Atao opened her eyes to investigate and found that Gong Xue was already far away from her. She turned her head and saw a familiar face.

"President Yuan?"

Yuan Fei said, "Adjust your breathing; this is the fastest I can do."

Atao couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here?"

"The third batch of members of the Yiwen Flying Team still needs you to teach them. You can't die." Yuan Fei said that this was the fastest speed he could go, but in reality he was still accelerating. Gong Xue's strength was too strong, and he was afraid that if he relaxed even a little, he would be in trouble.

He and Atao were instructors at the Yiwen Society. If both of them were to perish here, the Yiwen Society would be defunct in name only.

He's gambling with gossip.

Fortunately, Yuan Fei's lightness skill was indeed top-notch. He kept breaking through Gong Xue's sword intent and maintained his speed even in the icy cold. After breaking out of the sword intent's range, he was like a fish entering the sea, with the sky and sea wide open.

...

Yan Yilun hid in the wheat field beside the road, moving along with the Zhao family's group. He held a jar in his left hand, the contents of which were unknown, and a cylindrical tube in his right hand. His expression was serious, but his eyes revealed excitement.

Luo Ying gave him a chance to be reborn, but he didn't care. All he cared about was whether he could kill Zhao Cheng and take revenge.

No.

It's not just about revenge.

We must extract a secret from Zhao Cheng before he dies.

How exactly did you detoxify Deng Yanjiao?!

Yan Yilun will not rest in peace until this issue is clarified.

This matter is more important than killing Zhao Cheng!

Yan Yilun squinted at Zhao Cheng, who was at the head of the Zhao family's procession. He was full of confidence. In his eyes, the Zhao family's procession was like a funeral procession, with everyone being a dead man, seeing each other off.

Yan Yilun made thorough preparations for this operation. The contents of the jar in his left hand were his homemade poison, and the bamboo tube in his right hand was his homemade concealed weapon.

These two things look very simple, but they are actually huge weapons of mass destruction.

The jar wasn't large, and the amount of liquid was small, but it was enough to poison hundreds of people. The mud-like substance inside the jar was stuffed into a bamboo tube, and then sprayed out through the tube, where it would turn into powder in the air.

Once this poison is turned into powder, it will spread rapidly in the air and can be fatal if inhaled.

If Tulip were still alive, he would surely lavish praise on Yan Yilun as a genius, saying that this poison is even more potent than Tulip's poisonous mist.

Yan Yilun hesitated for a long time before making a move, as he was calculating the distance between himself and Zhao Cheng.

He didn't want to kill Zhao Cheng before he learned the secret.

So his plan was to poison everyone behind Zhao Cheng first, and then use hidden weapons to kill Heng Wenhao next to Zhao Cheng. When only he and Zhao Cheng were left, Zhao Cheng, who did not know martial arts, could only be tortured and slaughtered by him.

But this requires precise calculations. The poison cannot be allowed to reach everyone, and there cannot be anyone still alive behind Zhao Cheng. Once exposed, he will be outnumbered.

As he calculated, he took out the mud-like poison from the jar and slowly filled the bamboo tube.

Then adjust your breathing.

call……

suck……

call……

suck!

Yan Yilun's eyes suddenly lit up. He skillfully put the bamboo tube into his mouth and blew it towards the top of the Zhao family's procession.

Suddenly, a petite figure lunged at Yan Yilun. Yan Yilun felt a darkness before his eyes and fell backward.

However, the poison in the bamboo tube had already been sprayed out, but it didn't spray over the Zhao family's group; instead, it sprayed onto Deng Yanjiao's chest.

The distance was too short, so the mud didn't burst open; instead, it stuck to Deng Yanjiao's body.

"It's you!" Yan Yilun fell to the ground, looking at Deng Yanjiao in surprise.

Deng Yanjiao ripped the mud off her body, kneaded it like playdough, then tossed it aside and walked towards Yan Yilun.

Yan Yilun watched Deng Yanjiao approach, saw her nails gradually become sharper and longer, and saw her expression become increasingly bloodthirsty, and he couldn't help but start to panic.

What are you going to do?

Deng Yanjiao didn't speak, but the look in her eyes as she looked at Yan Yilun said it all.

In the last moment before she was fully conscious, she suffered endless torment at the hands of Yan Yilun. Her current state is entirely due to Yan Yilun.

She needs to be provoked to unleash her toxic nature, but whenever she sees Yan Yilun, she subconsciously recalls everything that happened before she was victimized, and the anger in her heart burns instinctively.

The more silent they are, the more terrifying they become.

When Deng Yanjiao was only three steps away from Yan Yilun, she suddenly jumped up and pounced on Yan Yilun like a night cat. With her left hand and right hand, she scratched Yan Yilun's face until it was mangled. Then she bent down and bit Yan Yilun's neck.

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