A fierce battle erupted between the two sides in an instant.
Sword light flashed, spells flew, and the entire hall instantly turned into a battlefield of carnage.
Although the righteous cultivators outnumbered the demonic cultivators, they were immediately put on the defensive when faced with the surprise attack from the demonic sect's elite forces.
Screams and roars rose and fell, and blood quickly stained the ground red.
Xiao Feng took the lead and charged into the crowd, unleashing a massacre.
He moved like lightning, wielding his longsword, each strike taking a life.
His swordsmanship was exquisite and deadly, and righteous cultivators were like fish on a chopping board in front of him, powerless to fight back.
"Ah!" A righteous cultivator screamed as Xiao Feng pierced his heart with a sword.
"Help!" Before the other person could finish shouting, his head had already flown off.
There was no pity in Xiao Feng's eyes; he was like a killing machine, constantly reaping lives.
Blood splattered on his face, but he didn't care at all; instead, he revealed a sickly smile.
The righteous cultivators finally collapsed and scattered in all directions.
However, the demonic cultivators had already blocked all escape routes, leaving them like trapped beasts, struggling in vain within the main hall.
Within a few breaths, the hall returned to silence.
The ground was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river.
The surviving righteous cultivators had given up resistance, kneeling on the ground trembling, awaiting their final judgment.
All eyes turned to Bai Junhao and the Poison King in mid-air.
The two masters continued their fierce battle, seemingly unaffected by the chaos below.
Sweat was already beading on Bai Junhao's forehead, and his attacks were becoming increasingly rapid, clearly indicating his desire for a swift victory.
However, the Poison King remained calm and composed, easily deflecting each of his opponent's attacks.
"What's wrong, Bai Junhao?" the Poison King said sarcastically. "Aren't you supposed to be the number one expert of the righteous path? How come you can't even defeat this old man?"
Bai Junhao gritted his teeth: "Enough with the nonsense! Today I will avenge my fallen comrades!"
The Poison King laughed loudly: "With your paltry skills? Don't even mention me, you probably couldn't even beat that kid Xiao Feng, right?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Junhao became even more anxious.
He glanced at the horrific scene below and knew that if things continued like this, the righteous path would truly be wiped out.
But the more anxious he became, the more chaotic his moves became, which gave the Poison King an opportunity to exploit.
"It's over, Senior Brother Bai is going to lose!" The surviving righteous cultivators thought in despair, "Are we really going to die here?"
Bai Junhao felt a pang of disappointment. He had been hoping that the various sect leaders and elders in the main hall could quickly deal with Xiao Feng and come to his aid.
But now, he witnessed the chaotic retreat of the various sect leaders, a scene that completely shattered his hopes.
"These useless trash!" Bai Junhao gritted his teeth, burning with rage.
This anger, like a raging fire, raged within him, intertwining with the toxins and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He forced back the blood that was about to gush out, his face growing even paler, and cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
The toxins were rampant in his body, like millions of ants gnawing at his internal organs.
Bai Junhao felt waves of intense pain, as if someone was tearing at his meridians with red-hot iron pliers.
His vision began to blur, and his limbs became increasingly heavy.
The Poison King keenly sensed Bai Junhao's unusual behavior.
His cold eyes scrutinized his opponent, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Looks like my poison has finally taken effect, Bai Junhao. How much longer can you hold on?"
Bai Junhao knew he had reached his limit and decided to take a gamble.
He mustered the last of his inner energy, preparing to unleash his ultimate move.
However, just as he was about to make his move, the Poison King suddenly retreated and nimbly leaped onto a distant rooftop.
"Damn it!" A sense of frustration washed over Bai Junhao.
He realized that he had missed his last chance.
He no longer had the strength to give chase.
Unwilling to admit defeat, Bai Junhao decided to use reverse psychology.
He forced himself to stand up straight and sneered, "What, would the mighty Poison King be afraid of a dying man like me?"
Upon hearing this, the Poison King merely glanced at Bai Junhao with disdain.
He chuckled inwardly, "Kid, do you think I'd fall for such a clumsy trick?"
The Poison King knew Bai Junhao's character all too well and knew that this was just a delaying tactic.
"Bai Junhao, you are still too young."
The Poison King shook his head, his tone full of mockery: "Since you are already a dying man, why should I waste my energy? I might as well let you live a few more minutes and watch with your own eyes how your poor fellow disciples are dealt with by Xiao Feng."
Upon hearing this, the Poison King merely glanced at Bai Junhao with disdain.
He chuckled inwardly, "Kid, do you think I'd fall for such a clumsy trick?" The Poison King knew Bai Junhao's character all too well and knew this was nothing more than a delaying tactic.
"Bai Junhao, you are still too young."
The Poison King shook his head, his tone full of mockery: "Since you are already a dying man, why should I waste my energy? I might as well let you live a few more minutes and watch with your own eyes how your poor fellow disciples are dealt with by Xiao Feng."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Poison King's figure flashed, and he disappeared into the distance like a ghost.
Bai Junhao gritted his teeth, enduring the surging pain within his body, and followed closely behind.
The two chased each other through the mountains and forests, exchanging a few blows every now and then.
"Hahaha, Bai Junhao, are you playing hide-and-seek?" The Poison King sneered as he ran, "It seems that even the geniuses of the righteous path are nothing special. They can't even catch me, yet they think they can eliminate me?"
Bai Junhao's face was ashen, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
He forced a retort: "Poison King, you're nothing but a coward who only knows how to run away. If you have the guts, stop and fight fair and square!"
Upon hearing this, the Poison King suddenly stopped and turned to face Bai Junhao.
He sneered, "You righteous path have long lost all hope, why bother with futile struggles? It's better to surrender sooner rather than die in vain."
Bai Junhao's heart skipped a beat, realizing that his provocation had worked.
He suppressed the churning pain within him and said casually, "Is that so? Then how do you explain Xiao Feng's existence? He's a member of your evil path. He's very powerful, but have you forgotten? People's hearts can change!"
Upon hearing Xiao Feng's name, the Poison King's eyes visibly flickered.
Seeing this, Bai Junhao was secretly delighted and continued, "Xiao Feng is now a capable lieutenant. The people of your evil path are not united. Even if I lose today, we will bring Xiao Feng back to the righteous path, and you will be wiped out by us sooner or later."
The Poison King's expression became uncertain, and his heart began to waver.
He originally intended to take the opportunity to escape, but Xiao Feng's importance to their evil path was self-evident.
If Xiao Feng could be retrieved, it would be a huge boost to the strength of the evil path.
Just as the Poison King hesitated, Bai Junhao suddenly felt a dizzying sensation.
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