The Snow Woman's bizarre methods and indiscriminate, terrifying killing power instilled deep fear in everyone present.
So, the old weasel's howl startled all the martial artists, who all thought the Snow Maiden was behind them and instinctively looked back.
As a result, the area behind them was completely empty, without a single soul in sight.
Only then did everyone realize they had been tricked and fooled by the old weasel.
When they turned around again, they heard a loud bang.
The surroundings were suddenly enveloped by a dark green gas, like a thick fog, and it smelled extremely foul.
It was also so spicy it stung the eyes; many martial artists couldn't stop their tears from flowing, as if they had been smeared with chili powder.
More importantly, everyone's internal energy began to stagnate, and their cultivation level was slowly declining.
The old weasel's farts are indeed powerful; they can even weaken a martial artist's fighting ability.
By this time, the old weasel had long since disappeared from the spot.
"Hehehe..."
A series of sinister laughs, as if a conspiracy had succeeded, followed.
Everyone cursed and scorned him.
"Damn it, we've been tricked."
"That damned old weasel, I knew it was up to no good."
"I'll chop it up myself."
"Skin it and use it as a cushion."
"Chop it up and feed it to the dog."
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The old weasel made its move; it was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning, leaving a long trail of afterimages behind it.
The sharp claws instantly shattered the heads of several of the most vehemently cursing martial artists, sending their white brain matter flying everywhere.
The martial artist who had just been shouting that he would chop it up and feed it to the dogs had his head twisted off, and it was still dripping blood.
That martial artist was a first-rank Martial Saint.
The old weasel's current cultivation level is only at the peak of Martial Grandmaster, lacking the great realm of Martial Soul.
Within its stinky territory, the old weasel was empowered, thriving like a fish in water, its combat power soaring.
The old man brandished his claws repeatedly, splattering blood everywhere.
With his white beard swaying on his chest, he truly exuded an air of otherworldly elegance.
"Hehe... How about it? Let me show you how powerful I am."
Tremble, mortals.
"Worship, mortals."
"Kneel down, mortal."
"I will grant you eternal life, to live as long as heaven and earth, and to live as long as the sun and moon."
"At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? This immortal's journey has ended in nothingness!"
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his white beard, which almost reached the ground, fluttering in the wind, giving him a rather otherworldly air.
It began to seize the opportunity to unleash illusions, chattering incessantly, spitting everywhere.
Several martial artists were indeed bewitched by it, kneeling before it, chanting incessantly, their faces filled with piety, like believers worshipping a god.
This scene, while comical, also revealed a hint of the bizarre.
Meanwhile.
Another figure broke into the old weasel's smelly territory; it was none other than the Divine Physician Guigu.
Of course, he covered his mouth and nose beforehand to avoid being poisoned, and took the opportunity to pour the Yinming Gathering Water into the mouths of these martial artists.
"It stinks."
The legendary healer Guigu retreated again with lightning speed. Even though he had prepared in advance, he was still disgusted and kept gagging.
This stinky fart, besides reaching the ears and nose, even crawls into people's pores; it's practically everywhere and impossible to defend against.
The story before us is long, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.
Shang Ming and the old Grand Tutor's subordinates each unleashed their magical artifacts, escorting the two of them swiftly through this foul-smelling area.
It's absolutely disgusting. Even if you're not hurt, you'll still feel incredibly disgusted.
Behind them, a mountain breeze swept by, and the dark green, smelly fart quickly dissipated.
But the pungent smell of wild herbs lingered for a while.
The group of martial artists standing there were dancing wildly in the square, jumping and leaping, their eyes unfocused, behaving erratically, no different from a bunch of madmen.
These people have all been poisoned by the Yinming Gathering Water.
"presumptuous!"
Grand Tutor Yan Song's face immediately darkened. He was furious at being tricked by this old weasel time and time again.
“Kill them.”
He held a high position and was respected wherever he went; he had never been so humiliated before.
His many skilled subordinates charged forward with sinister smiles.
With a cold snort, Ye Feng strode over, his eyes flashing with lightning. He killed the two peak Martial Saints who were charging at him with a single punch, and his powerful and domineering aura swept over them.
The chilling killing intent sent shivers down the spines of the many martial artists present.
Two beams of lightning shot out from Ye Feng's eyes.
"Shang Ming, Yan Song, you two old bastards have tried every means to kill me."
"Today I will kill you all first, to eliminate future troubles."
Shang Ming's eyes were filled with terror. He knew how terrifying Ye Feng was, and he quickly mobilized his men.
"Quickly, quickly, protect the Grand Tutor, kill this brat..."
Those responsible for protecting the Grand Tutor were all top-tier experts, including four Martial Kings at the seventh rank and one at the peak of the eighth rank.
boom!
Several top-tier martial artists worked together to activate an ancient bronze bell, which descended upon Ye Feng.
This is a broken magical artifact, with cracks spreading across its surface and engravings of ancient mythical beasts, dragons, and snakes.
A terrifying bell tolled, containing the divine voice of the Great Dao.
The violent sonic waves swept in, capable of killing even a peak Martial Saint.
The engraved dragon and snake patterns seemed to come alive, roaring and howling with bared teeth and claws.
"Hmph, Ye Feng, you're dead. This ancient bronze bell is a rare magical artifact; it has killed dozens of peak Martial Kings before..."
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