His vision began to blur, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
"No, I can't fall down, I have to at least hold him off!" Bai Junhao roared in his heart, forcing himself to stay awake.
Seeing Bai Junhao's unsteady state, a sly glint flashed in the Poison King's eyes.
He decided to stop and see how long this righteous genius could hold on.
"What, Bai Junhao? Didn't you want to have a fair fight with me? Come on, I'll be standing right here waiting for you."
Bai Junhao forced himself to take a few steps forward, each step feeling like he was stepping on a knife's edge.
His breathing became rapid, and his face turned frighteningly pale.
But his eyes remained fixed on the Poison King.
"Poison King, do you...do you really think you can escape?" Bai Junhao said with difficulty, "Even if I fall, there are still many more righteous experts chasing after you. Today...you are doomed to die!"
The Poison King sneered, about to retort, when he suddenly sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching.
His expression changed drastically as he realized he might have fallen into Bai Junhao's trap.
At this critical moment, Bai Junhao could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.
His last thought was: "I hope I can stall him and buy time for the others..."
The Poison King looked at Bai Junhao lying on the ground, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned and left, disappearing into the vast night.
The Poison King's figure had just disappeared from sight when a sharp aura suddenly swept in from afar.
The emperor frowned, and with a flash, he returned to his original spot.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, calmly surveying his surroundings without the slightest hint of panic on his face.
"Interesting. It seems this kid has a backup plan," the Poison Emperor thought to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Just then, Bai Junhao suddenly sprang up from the ground, his face filled with determination.
He quickly formed hand seals, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy coursed through his body.
"Poison King, I'll make you pay with your life!" Bai Junhao roared, his eyes flashing with madness.
His body began to emit a dazzling light, as if it were about to explode at any moment.
The Poison King frowned slightly, just about to intervene, when he suddenly felt a sharp killing intent coming from behind.
He was startled and instinctively dodged to the side.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of cold light streaked past, heading straight for Bai Junhao.
Suddenly, Xiao Feng appeared behind Bai Junhao, his long sword flashing out like lightning.
The tip of the sword gleamed with an eerie blue light, carrying a chilling killing intent.
"Bai Junhao, your opponent is me!" Xiao Feng shouted coldly, his figure flashing like a ghost.
Caught off guard, Bai Junhao felt a chill on his back, followed by a sharp pain.
He looked down and saw that Xiao Feng's longsword had already pierced through his chest.
Blood dripped down the sword and pooled on the ground.
"You...you..." Bai Junhao stared wide-eyed in disbelief, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He wanted to say something, but found that he could no longer make a sound.
Xiao Feng stared coldly at Bai Junhao and slowly drew his longsword.
Bai Junhao swayed a few times, finally unable to hold on any longer, and collapsed heavily to the ground.
His eyes were filled with resentment. Until the very last moment of his life, he never imagined that he would die at the hands of Xiao Feng.
"Well done, Xiao Feng." The Poison King nodded in satisfaction: "I didn't expect you to have such a trick up your sleeve."
Xiao Feng lightly flicked the blood off his sword and said calmly, "Lord Poison Emperor, the task you entrusted to me has been completed. Now it's up to you."
The Poison Emperor sneered, thinking to himself, "This kid is indeed quite capable. It seems I wasn't wrong about him. With his current strength, he's probably already on par with some third-tier cultivators."
He remained expressionless, simply saying, "Not bad, it seems you've put in a lot of effort lately."
Xiao Feng, expressionless, sheathed his sword and said calmly, "It was just good luck."
The two exchanged a smile, their unspoken understanding evident.
They reached the edge of the main hall and looked down at the chaotic scene below.
Smoke and dust filled the main hall, and broken walls and ruins were everywhere. The demonic sect disciples were chasing after the fleeing righteous cultivators.
"It seems our people have occupied almost the entire area."
The Poison King nodded in satisfaction.
The demonic sect disciples were like wolves and tigers, some looting treasures, others hunting down any who had escaped.
The entire hall was filled with the sounds of fighting, screams, and the clinking of treasures.
Xiao Feng coldly surveyed the battlefield and added, "The four elders have all been dealt with."
The righteous faction has completely collapsed, and the survivors' faces are filled with despair.
Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, some fled frantically, and some simply gave up on themselves and waited for their fate.
There was no longer any resistance inside the hall, only the unrestrained laughter and triumphant shouts of the demonic sect disciples.
Xiao Feng left the remaining matters to the Poison King to handle, and then chose to leave first.
He calmly surveyed the situation inside the hall, a barely perceptible hint of weariness flashing in his eyes.
Before the Poison Emperor could speak, Xiao Feng had already turned and walked out of the hall, his steps firm and composed.
Seeing this, the Poison Emperor frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask, "Wait, Brother Xiao. You're only at the Nascent Soul Realm, how could you defeat the four elders so easily? Is there some secret to it?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng paused slightly, then calmly turned around and said, "You flatter me, Poison Emperor. These are merely trivial skills, nothing to speak of."
After saying that, a mysterious smile appeared on his lips. Before the Poison Emperor could ask any more questions, he strode out of the hall to find Liu Heguang.
Xiao Feng's figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the main hall. The Poison Emperor stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes filled with profound meaning.
After leaving the main hall, Xiao Feng continued walking, his figure as swift as lightning, traversing through the mountains and forests.
The shadows of the trees swayed, the wind howled, and his figure appeared and disappeared like a ghost.
Before long, he caught up with Liu Heguang and his group.
Xiao Feng descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of Liu Heguang and the others.
The sudden appearance startled Liu Qisheng, who took a few steps back in a panic, almost tripping and falling to the ground.
When Liu Qisheng saw that the person who came was Xiao Feng, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hadn't even had time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"It's...it's Brother Xiao," Liu Qisheng stammered, his voice trembling slightly. "Your sudden appearance really scared me to death."
He patted his chest, forcing a smile, clearly still recovering from the shock.
Before Liu Qisheng could finish speaking, Xiao Feng walked straight towards the ice coffin.
Although his steps were steady, a hint of urgency flickered in his eyes.
Arriving at the ice coffin, Xiao Feng took a deep breath, slowly reached out, and gently stroked the coffin lid.
With a "click," the lid of the ice coffin was gently lifted.
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