With a casual wave of his hand, and since Zu An didn't move, a dozen of his men had already surrounded the two of them.

Seeing this, Zhang Zitong glared at Zu An. How could this kid be so stupid? Now he can't even escape.

At this moment, Fang Biao said, "My beauty, why don't you give up resisting and serve me well, and I'll let him go?"

Zhang Zitong spat: "Pah! What does it have to do with me if this stupid kid doesn't run away? Kill him if you want, but don't even think about using him to blackmail me."

Zu An nodded secretly; this woman wasn't exactly a saint.

It was quite unwise of her to "save" him in this demonic sect's territory, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten herself into this mess.

"Is that so? Anyway, none of you are getting away today," Fang Biao said with a sinister smile. "I'll do it to you in front of him later, and then I'll see your reaction and I'll know whether you two are having an affair or not."

Zuan: "..."

That kid is really despicable and shameless.

Zhang Zitong's expression also turned cold: "Did you think I kept running away because I couldn't beat you?"

"Otherwise what?" Fang Biao suddenly felt a sense of unease.

Zhang Zitong suddenly flicked her wrist, and a long silver whip emerged from her sleeve: "I was worried about being seen by others in the Demonic Sect, so I didn't want to expose my cultivation level. Your biggest mistake was just now, when you chased the people next to you away."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the long whip appeared like a venomous snake in front of Fang Biao's throat.

Zu An narrowed his eyes. He had noticed before that this woman's cultivation level was much higher than that of ordinary silver-level players, but he did not expect that she was still holding back.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that the other party must have been infiltrated by some unknown force among the Embroidered Robe Envoys, so it would be strange if they didn't hide their cultivation level.

Fang Biao was shocked, but as a direct disciple of the Yin-Yang Dao, he pulled one of the pickpockets next to him to shield him in the critical moment.

The whip tip instantly pierced the subordinate's throat, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

But Fang Biao still took the opportunity to wave his fan and sneak up below the long whip. He knew that when facing a long weapon like a whip, once the distance was increased, he would be in a passive and vulnerable position.

Unfortunately, Zhang Zitong's wrists were incredibly nimble, and the long whip in her hand was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, with whip shadows filling the sky. Fang Biao was unable to get close to her, and instead, he was whipped twice, screaming in agony, with two deep bloody welts appearing on his body.

At this moment, the other subordinates also reacted and drew their weapons to attack Zhang Zitong. Fang Biao was the beloved son of the Yin Yang Master. If anything happened to him, none of them would survive.

This gave Fang Biao a slight chance to catch his breath, but his group of more than ten people were still being overwhelmed by Zhang Zitong.

Zu An's lips curled up slightly. This woman's acting skills were indeed impressive. He had almost been fooled by her just now and even thought she was so stupid.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, a cloud of pink smoke suddenly came flying towards me.

Zhang Zitong's expression changed, and she hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with her arm. However, the other party's timing was perfect, just when she was taking a breath, so she still inhaled a little sweet fragrance.

She immediately felt her internal energy churning and her whole body getting hot. Her expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly withdrew her whip to protect herself.

At this moment, Fang Biao burst into laughter: "My beauty, do you really think that I, the third young master of the Yin-Yang Dao, am so incompetent? Martial arts are not my forte; on the contrary, these medicines are my greatest strength."

“Covering your mouth and nose won’t help. This ‘Spring Breeze at Eighteen Degrees’ has been specially modified by me. As long as it touches your skin, it can invade your body.” Fang Biao’s smile was even harder to suppress than AK’s at this moment.

Zu'an looked strange, as if he were enjoying a spring breeze.