This is a highly poisonous substance; once poisoned, death is certain.

“Senior, there may be some ignorant people in the Hehuan Sect who have offended you, but I have not offended you.”

The black-robed venerable one was still unwilling to give up and continued to plead with Fang Han.

His actions were actually a delaying tactic, because the longer the delay, the deeper Fang Han's poisoning would become.

He was always cautious and careful, and he would never give up any chance of survival until the very last moment.

The black-robed venerable man thought his plan was flawless; the colorless and odorless gas released from the dragon-headed cane was done without anyone noticing.

He was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that his plan to save his life and turn the tide was about to succeed, and a cunning glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Little did he know that Fang Han's divine sense was already like an invisible net, taking in his every move.

A cold glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes, and the killing intent in his heart surged like a turbulent tide, growing ever stronger.

In his view, all the members of the Hehuan Sect were treacherous, cunning, and wicked, and such villains should not be tolerated.

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll give you one more chance to make a move."

Fang Han remained calm, his gaze falling indifferently on the black-robed Venerable. His tone was as if he were bestowing a favor, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Senior, you are indeed very strong, but you are too confident and too careless about your opponent."

The black-robed venerable man's lips curled up into a smug smile, a smile full of arrogance after his scheme had succeeded. "Previously, you were indeed the butcher and I was the fish, but now, the roles have reversed. You have all been poisoned by my Hehuan Huagong Powder. You can no longer circulate your true energy. If you don't believe me, try making a move."

He straightened his back, his words filled with certainty, as if he could already see Fang Han and the others being captured by him.

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Zhenbei was immediately horrified, as if he had fallen into an endless ice cellar.

He was already feeling hot all over from inhaling the fragrance emanating from those five enchanting women, and knew that he had been poisoned by love. Now, he was told that he had been poisoned by the Love-Dissolving Powder, and his heart was filled with despair.

He knew all too well that without the antidote from the Hehuan Sect, he and his frail sister, Princess Qingluan, would surely perish.

He hurriedly circulated his true energy, only to find that although his true energy was abundant in his dantian, his meridians were completely blocked, as if they were wrapped by countless fine spider silks, making it impossible for them to circulate at all.

He stumbled, and if he hadn't been holding the spear tightly in his hand and braced himself on the ground, he would have fallen to the ground in a sorry state.

Looking at Princess Qingluan, she appeared even more delicate and frail at this moment.

Her once neat and exquisite hair was now disheveled, her cascading hair draped messily over her shoulders, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, and she sat weakly on the ground, too weak to even stand.

"Hehuan Huagong Powder? This low-grade medicine can't possibly affect me?"

Fang Han remained calm and composed, speaking casually.

"Senior, stop pretending. You are no longer capable of fighting. This kind of Hehuan Huagong Powder can only be used without being affected by someone who has reached the Yuandan realm."

The black-robed venerable one said confidently, his eyes filled with greed and anticipation, "Capturing such powerful men as you and the Prince of Zhenbei and presenting them to my sect leader would be a great achievement for me."

"Black Robe, you're daydreaming."

Fang Han sneered, his laughter like a sharp blade, shattering the black-robed Venerable's beautiful dream.

He slightly raised his hand and casually waved it. A dazzling blade of energy, like a silver lightning bolt, slashed towards the black-robed Venerable with a fierce aura.

The black-robed venerable one's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if covered by a layer of frost. The confident and arrogant expression that had been there vanished without a trace.

He secretly pondered that Fang Han had suffered such a fierce attack before, even if he hadn't completely lost his fighting ability, he must have been greatly weakened and his combat power reduced to a negligible level.

However, the scene before him shocked him. The power contained in the energy blade that Fang Han had unleashed was several times stronger than the one that had previously sent him flying. The chilling aura rushed towards him like a surging tide.

He wasn't unprepared; it was just that it all happened too suddenly.

Fang Han's blade seemed to be accompanied by a raging storm, and with the force of a whirlwind sweeping away clouds, it swiftly slashed towards him.

In his panic, he hurriedly raised the dragon-headed cane in an attempt to make a final stand.

With a loud "crack," the seemingly indestructible dragon-headed cane proved as fragile as a withered branch before Fang Han's energy blade, and was mercilessly severed.

The black-robed venerable one hurriedly dodged in a panic, but was ultimately a beat too slow.

A blinding flash of blood streaked across the sky, and his arm was cleanly severed at shoulder level by the blade of energy. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the ground beneath his feet red.

"ah!"

The black-robed venerable one couldn't help but let out a painful and desperate cry.

Just moments before, he was convinced that he had the battle in his grasp, and that Fang Han was nothing more than a fish on his chopping block, at his mercy.

But now, having lost his arm, he is almost a cripple.

A strong will to survive surged within him. He endured the excruciating pain, leaped into the air, and tried to escape.

But as soon as he leaped onto the roof of the Taoist temple, before he could even catch his breath, a dark sword appeared out of thin air like a ghost, blocking his path.

The cold blade gleamed with a chilling light, as if ruthlessly announcing its doom.

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