The young man in the green robe came to Black Owl's side and reached out to help him up: "How are you, Brother Xiao?"

"I won't die," Black Owl said, tilting his shoulder and brushing aside the hand of the young man in the blue robe who was supporting him like an old mother.

The young man in the blue robe didn't mind.

He turned around and pointed at the Shadow Moon Guards around him with his jade flute, saying righteously, "If you're going to fight, fight openly and honestly. Why resort to underhanded tricks? I hate you despicable scoundrels the most!"

The Shadow Moon Guards were actually fine young men who had received orthodox education since childhood. However, the person they were dealing with this time was Xiao Chen, who was known as a divine doctor. Therefore, they were instructed to be absolutely careful, which is why they smeared the blades with a potent sleeping potion that had no antidote.

Hearing the young man in blue speak so righteously, the Shadow Moon Guards felt ashamed.

He was secretly embarrassed.

Suddenly, the young man in the green robe turned to the black owl and said, "Brother Xiao, you are a divine doctor. You can't just have good medicine and no poison, can you? Do you have any bone-dissolving powder or throat-sealing powder that can take down one person or two people at a time? Give me a few packets of each, and I'll force them down one by one."

Shadowmoon Guards: "..."

What happened to the promise of fighting fair and square?

The effects of the sleeping potion are very strong.

Black Owl remained silent for a moment, then quickly felt a slight dizziness.

He staggered and swayed, shaking out more than twenty packets of medicine powder that Ji Fengyao had given him from his sleeve: "They're all here. I don't have time to explain how to use them right now. Take them and play with them yourself."

With a wave of his long sleeves, the young man in the green robe collected everything on the ground. His jade flute swiftly swept over the Shadow Moon Guards present, and he laughed, "One packet per person isn't enough. It seems I'll have to kill the extras first, and then tie up the rest to test the medicine slowly."

After saying this, the young man in the blue robe raised his flute and waved it.

The Shadow Moon Guard closest to him instinctively raised his sword to block, but suddenly the flute that had smashed in front of him disappeared. In its place appeared a slender hand holding a packet of medicinal powder, which was then smeared all over the Shadow Moon Guard's face.

"Pfft! Cough cough! Ahhh, it's so itchy!"

The Shadow Moon Guard immediately clutched his head and face, scratching frantically and rolling on the ground until his head was bleeding profusely.

At this moment, the young man in green robes approached another Shadow Moon Guard. The Shadow Moon Guard, terrified, spread his sleeves to protect his face, but the young man in green robes struck his heart with a flute, severing his heart meridian. He flew backward, vomited blood, and collapsed dead.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Whenever the Shadow Moon Guards thought the young man in green was about to play the flute, they were met with a packet of poison instead.

Just when they thought the young man in the blue robe was about to use poison, they were met with a fatal blow.

The remaining shadow guards were so frustrated by his unconventional and ruthless fighting style that they were almost in tears: They were wrong, they would never poison their weapons again, can't we just fight properly?

Black Owl watched with a smile, half-supported on the ground: He'd been isolated for too long, lacking experience in the ways of the world. This fighting style suited him perfectly; he'd use it again next time he got into a group fight!

Seeing that the morale of the troops had collapsed and the situation was dire, the Shadow Moon Guards, who were in charge, quickly ordered a retreat to preserve their strength.

"Hey, I've only just warmed up, and you're already running off?" the young man in the blue robe shouted angrily from behind.

Shadowmoon Guards: "..." Otherwise, they'd rather wait to die!

I'm outta here!

Seeing that they had really run away, the young man in the green robe turned around cursing and saw a faint smile on the lips of the black owl. Like a rainbow after the rain, he fainted.