Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his back. He looked down and saw the tip of a short knife lodged in his chest.
At this moment, Xuan Bajing seized the opportunity to strike several major acupoints on his body with his palm, severely injuring him.
Wang Wuxie coughed up a mouthful of blood, which contained a misty aura that forced Xuan Bajing back.
However, he no longer had the strength to pursue, and instead turned around, staring at Feng Wuchang in disbelief: "Why?"
In that instant, he realized that these people had set up an ambush on Guanxin Peak. How could the other party, as the peak master, not have noticed at all?
Unfortunately, by the time I understood all this, it was too late.
By this time, Feng Wuchang had already hidden far away, obviously afraid of his revenge. Hearing his question, he sighed softly: "Senior brother, I also want to improve. With you here, none of this would be possible."
Wang Wuxie laughed angrily: "So you're colluding with outsiders? What ability do you have to protect everything the Zhengyang Sect has then?"
Feng Wuchang replied blankly, "There's no need for you to worry about that, Senior Brother."
Wang Wuxie stopped wasting words with him and glared at the others: "I've lost today, but even if I can't take someone down with me before I die, I can still make sure they're seriously injured and can't recover for decades. Who's going to be the unlucky one?"
He no longer expects to escape; he only wants to sow discord among them and leave a thorn in their side for the future.
“Amitabha, Benefactor Wang, you are too kind. We have no intention of taking your life,” Master Jianhuang said.
Wang Wuxie's expression turned cold: "What, do you really want me to cooperate with you?"
“Why not?” Guan Chouhai laughed. “Sister Wu, it’s your turn to step in.”
Wang Wuxie's heart skipped a beat. Could it be...?
Just then, a dark figure slowly walked over from a distance: "You have such a large group of people besieging Wang Wuxie, and you still have to use such despicable tricks to succeed. It's simply shameful."
An old woman with a hoarse voice, her whole body shrouded in a black robe and cloak.
"Elder Wu of the Witch Clan, Wu Wuyan!" Wang Wuxie's heart sank to the bottom, and then he struck his own forehead with a palm, clearly intending to commit suicide.
Just then, the old woman in black robes moved. A scarecrow appeared in front of her, and she bowed three times to it. Wang Wuxie froze on the spot, his eyes becoming cloudy.
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