However, she found that she couldn't even muster the strength to lift her hand.
"Boss, Brother Shen, I... I don't want you to see me in my final, pathetic state..."
Now, relying solely on her last bit of willpower and reason, Su Yunying quickly gathered the spiritual energy circulating within her body, intending to perish together with the nine Daoists when they approached.
However, the newly condensed spiritual energy was quickly dispersed as the effects of the medicine took hold.
"After today, you will be my forty-third Daoist partner."
Seeing that Su Yunying had lost all ability to resist, the Nine Venerable Daoists completely lowered their guard, opened their demonic claws, and pounced on Su Yunying.
He wanted to possess this stunningly beautiful woman and completely ruin her!
"You're asking for it!"
Suddenly, a series of heavy footsteps rapidly approached, accompanied by a furious roar like a tiger's howl and a dragon's cry.
Before the Nine Venerable Taoists could react to what was happening, a fist the size of a sandbag was slammed into their face.
With a loud "crack," the nine Taoist priests didn't even have time to groan before they were sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, wincing in pain.
"Yunying! How are you? Tell me where you're hurt?"
Shen Zhao pulled Su Yunying into a tight embrace.
"Boss? Boss!"
Upon seeing that the person in front of her was Shen Zhao, Su Yunying immediately clung tightly to Shen Zhao.
"It's alright, don't worry, leave this to me."
"Boss, give it to me, give it to me now..."
"What is that?"
Shen Zhao didn't understand what Su Yunying was talking about.
But the next moment, Su Yunying began to frantically tear at her clothes, her fiery red lips constantly licking Shen Zhao's face.
"What's wrong, Yunying? Don't get agitated, let's talk this out."
"Please, boss, I want it, I really want it. I won't regret giving it to you at all."
I'm in so much pain, please take me, please take me, boss.
Shen Zhao finally realized that something was wrong; these were clearly symptoms of being poisoned by the "Extreme Bliss and Joyful Union Powder".
In particular, Su Yunying possesses the Xuanhuang bloodline, which enhances the medicinal effects several times over compared to ordinary individuals.
"Calm down."
"No, I can't calm down, I really can't calm down, boss, I'm in so much pain, please give it to me, please give it to me."
Actually, I've wanted to give it to you for a while now, hmm~
The tearful plea, and the final, heart-wrenching whisper, instantly stirred a strong tremor within Shen Zhao.
For a moment, Gu Qiang felt an overwhelming urge to push Su Yunying down on the spot.
But in the end, reason prevailed.
"Okay, I'll give it to you. Just bear with it, I'll give it to you right now."
"Really? Hmm..."
"Really, don't move. Listen to me, don't move. It'll be over in a minute."
"uh-huh……"
Upon hearing this, Su Yunying's hazy eyes lit up with a passionate anticipation. She unconsciously licked her moist lower lip with her tongue, staring intently at Shen Zhao without letting go for a moment.
The visual impact of such alluring and seductive beauty almost made Shen Zhao lose his mind again.
"Yes, just like that, just like that, almost done."
Then, taking advantage of Su Yunying's unpreparedness, he delivered a slashing blow to the back of her head.
Instantly, Su Yunying quieted down and fell asleep in Shen Zhao's arms.
Sigh~
Shen Zhao sighed softly, picked up Su Yunying by the waist, carefully placed her in front of a stone wall, and then took off his cloak and covered her with it.
He then carefully combed her messy hair, gently touched her burning face, and quickly set up a protective barrier in front of her.
After doing all this, he slowly stood up, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, a surge of killing intent dyed his pupils a scarlet red.
The next moment, he conjured a wooden sword, turned around and looked at the nine Taoists who had just gotten up, as if they were dead men.
"Cough cough cough... It's you... Shen Zhao?"
When the Nine Venerable Daoists realized that the newcomer was Shen Zhao, they were also greatly surprised.
How could someone who can't detect any spiritual energy fluctuations in himself injure himself to this extent with a single punch?
"You did this?"
Shen Zhao's voice was devoid of any emotion, extremely calm.
But the Nine Venerable Daoists felt an overwhelming killing intent that trapped them so tightly that their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"You want to hurt her?"
As he asked the question again, Shen Zhao had already taken more than ten steps closer to him, carrying a wooden sword.
“Shen Zhao, listen to me, I was just… just joking with her… just…”
"You're just dead."
Before the Nine Venerable Daoists could finish speaking, Shen Zhao flashed forward and quickly approached them.
"you……"
Meeting those cold and ruthless eyes, the Nine Venerable Daoists were so shocked that they involuntarily took two steps back.
"Mastering the Eight Swords - Xun Net Riding the Proud Wind!"
But Shen Zhao was faster, slashing his sword directly between his legs.
*Pfft*
A rising dragon strike left a trail of blood.
Ah~
The nine Taoist priests clutched their blood-soaked groins, howling in agony.
His once-proud Yang Feng was completely gone.
However, the brutal retribution had only just begun.
In an instant, the nine Taoists saw sword flowers flash before their eyes, passing by like a whirlwind, and in a moment their bodies were covered in blood.
As the sword hilt struck his chest hard, the Daoist Master coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell backward to the ground.
"Get up!"
Shen Zhao paused, and the nine Taoist priests' bodies floated uncontrollably in mid-air.
With a twist and echo of the wooden sword, a gust of wind swept through, bringing down a shower of blood.
When the nine Taoists landed, all they could see were bright red bits of flesh, and their own legs and arms were nothing but ghastly white bones.
Click, click—
Ah~~
The sound of bones cracking echoed as the nine Taoist priests let out the most painful screams of their lives.
But Shen Zhao's violent aura did not stop there; instead, he grabbed Shen Zhao's scalp.
At this moment, his expression was more ferocious than ever before.
"Dare to touch her? I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
"No, just kill me, give me a quick death, ah~~"
With a forceful tug, Shen Zhao ripped the scalp off the nine Daoist priests' bodies, completely stripping away their outer skin.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"
The blood-red bodies of the nine Taoist priests wailed loudly, enduring the most painful torture in the world.
"Death! Die! Die! Die -"
At this moment, Shen Zhao was almost insane. With the swing of his wooden sword, the meridians and skeletons inside the nine Daoist bodies were all shaved into powder, and patches of blood gathered into a small stream that spread outwards.
Finally, only its neck, stretched to half a meter long, and its disfigured head remained hanging on the stone wall, its death quite gruesome and painful.
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