With a long roar, Master Tinglan turned his whisk into a thousand-foot-long silver thread and charged into the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's camp.
The elders of the Xuantian Sect followed closely behind, each displaying their unique abilities:
"Heavenly Gang Sword Formation!"
"Nine Heavens Thunder Technique!"
"Mystic Ice Technique!"
In an instant, sword light rained down like rain, and thunder shook the heavens.
The seven elders of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect hastily responded to the challenge, unleashing all their evil arts, including poisonous mist, Gu worms, and Yin lightning, but they could not withstand the might of the Xuan Tian Sect's righteous laws.
In the center of the battlefield, Bai Ying drew her longsword and pointed it at the leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
"You brat, you're courting death!" the sect leader roared, his voice shaking the heavens.
Suddenly, seven hundred-foot-long poisonous dragons shot out from his sleeve.
These venomous dragons glowed with a ghostly green light, their eyes were blood-red, and their ferocious heads spewed out poisonous mist that corroded the void.
Wherever the dragon passed, even the air was corroded and distorted, emitting a sickening "hissing" sound.
Bai Ying remained indifferent as she drew her Azure Frost Sword with a clang.
The moonlight shimmered on the sword, drawing a perfect arc around her.
In an instant, it seemed that only this cold, clear sword light remained in the world.
"cut!"
With a shout, the sword light, like an inverted Milky Way, cleaved all seven poisonous dragons in half!
The broken dragon's body transformed into a torrent of foul-smelling poisonous rain, instantly corroding the ground into countless deep pits. Hissing toxic smoke rose up, turning half the sky a dark green.
"Arrogant!" The sect leader laughed in anger and suddenly summoned his natal magic weapon, the Myriad Poison Cauldron.
The cauldron was as black as ink, its surface carved with countless hideous ghost faces. As he made hand seals and chanted incantations, a viscous, paste-like venom gushed forth from it, condensing in the air into thousands of poisonous needles. Each needle gleamed with a chilling, eerie light, and the venom dripping from its tip even eroded the space around it, creating tiny black holes.
"A thousand poisons piercing the heart!"
With a sharp shout from the sect leader, a barrage of poisonous needles rained down, blocking all of Bai Ying's escape routes.
The sound of the poisoned needles piercing the air was sharp and shrill, and wherever they passed, the grass and trees withered, and even the sand and stones were corroded into dust.
Bai Ying remained calm and composed, gently raising her hand to summon the Kongtong Seal.
The ancient seal hovered above his head, exuding a vast and profound aura. Ancient Dao patterns flowed across its surface, forming an indestructible barrier.
"Ding ding ding."
The poisoned needles struck the Kongtong Seal, producing a crisp sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves, but they were completely neutralized as if they had been thrown into the sea.
The escaping poisonous gas was purified by the clear light emanating from the ancient seal, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into nothingness.
The sect leader's expression changed drastically, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence: "Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Soul!"
The poison cauldron, stained with blood essence, trembled violently, and the hideous ghost faces on its surface seemed to come alive.
These grotesque faces emitted piercing shrieks, lunging at Bai Ying with a sinister, soul-stealing power. The shrieks contained soul-destroying attacks; low-level cultivators within a hundred miles would bleed from their seven orifices and collapse upon hearing them.
At the critical moment, a cold glint flashed in Bai Ying's eyes, and without hesitation, she unleashed her dragon scale. The dragon scale grew rapidly in the wind, transforming into a dazzling golden light that pierced through the sect leader's chest with lightning speed.
"puff!"
The sect leader staggered backward, his face filled with disbelief. He looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, the golden dragon energy at the edge of the wound constantly eroding his flesh.
"Impossible..." he rasped, "How could I, a dignified late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator,..."
Before he could finish speaking, Bai Ying appeared behind him like a ghost. The Azure Frost Sword pierced through his chest.
"It's time to end this."
She said coldly, and with a turn of her sword, a fierce sword aura surged out like a tide, instantly shredding the sect leader's heart.
The lingering sword energy surged through his meridians and into his dantian, annihilating his nascent soul as well.
"Ugh!" The sect leader let out a final, shrill scream before his body crashed to the ground.
In those wide-open eyes, an expression of disbelief still lingered. The Myriad Poison Cauldron, having lost its master's control, crashed to the ground with a clatter, the ghostly faces on its surface turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.
As the sect leader's body crashed to the ground, the entire battlefield fell silent.
Although everyone present knew that Bai Ying was powerful and that she had killed many cultivators in the Void Refinement stage, they also knew that she was using the power of an array.
However, she never expected that she would kill the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, whose cultivation level was a level higher than hers, so easily.
In just a few moves, he actually killed the powerful Wan Du Sect Master.
This white firefly was even more terrifying than they had imagined.
Even Bai Ying herself hadn't expected that killing a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would be so easy. It seemed that during the hundred years inside the bronze gate, her strength had increased beyond her own imagination.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect all threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground:
"Fairy, spare my life!"
"We are willing to surrender!"
"Please have mercy!"
No one expected that the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, which had dominated the Southern Wilderness for a thousand years, would crumble in the short span of an incense stick's time. Poison cultivators all over the mountains knelt on the ground, and even the elders who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly dropped their magical artifacts with ashen faces. The Poison Gu Granny's Azure Phosphorus Gu Cage was shattered by sword energy, the Yin Bone Old Demon's Nine Nether Banner was broken in two, and the seven elders were all weak and powerless to resist.
Amidst the chaos of the entire mountain being subdued, a crimson figure was quietly escaping.
"Whoosh!"
A long sword wrapped in ice silkworm silk came flying through the air, its blade trembling as it plunged deep into a crevice in the rock three feet in front of her, the flying pebbles leaving a bloody mark on her pale face.
"Madam Xia," Bai Ying arrived gracefully, her pure white Taoist robe spotless, her fingertips lightly caressing the jade bottle that gleamed with an eerie light.
"I still have something I haven't given you yet!"
After saying that, she took out the bottle of Ten Thousand Gu Soul-Devouring Smoke.
When Madam Xia saw that Bai Ying had actually taken out this bottle of poisonous smoke, her face turned extremely ugly. She had not expected that Xia Qingdai would actually bring this thing to her.
This is a blatant slap in the face to her.
She originally thought that no one would know about the shameful things she had done, but she never expected that Xia Qingdai would personally bring the Ten Thousand Gu Soul Devouring Smoke to her and confront her.
Madam Xia's face turned pale and then red.
At this moment, countless cultivators stood before her, witnessing this scene.
Soon someone recognized her, as well as the bottle of Soul-Devouring Smoke that Bai Ying had taken out.
"No way? Could this be the Soul-Devouring Smoke of Ten Thousand Gu?"
"What is that?"
"That's poisonous smoke made from human heart's blood, capable of instantly killing anyone connected to that person by blood. You don't know, but the woman in front of Fairy White is her own mother. Now that Fairy White is using this smoke to confront her, could it be that she even wants to kill her own daughter?"
"You... how dare you..." Madam Xia's voice trembled, her carefully maintained face distorted beyond recognition.
She looked around and found more and more monks pointing and whispering at her.
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