Several experts from the Witchcraft Sect were blasted into dust before they could even rush forward to release their Gu worms.
The burning Qilin Arm, like a pillar of heaven, descended from the sky, carrying a deadly gale, instantly killing more than a dozen experts.
The hilltop was mostly destroyed, and the millstone-shaped boulder rolled down, killing many more people.
The rugged mountain path was stained red with blood, and screams of agony echoed continuously.
at this time.
Dongfang Sheng and Qin Ming also led a large group of Blood Mist Sect experts to join the battle.
He left behind a large number of skilled fighters to protect Ouyang Luoxue and others in the manor.
Dongfang Sheng comprehended the true essence of martial arts through calligraphy. Although he only had the cultivation of the peak of Martial Soul, he was able to kill Martial Saint masters who were above his level.
His blue robe fluttered in the wind, and he held a brush in his hand, making swift, sweeping strokes in mid-air, leaving behind a powerful and vigorous character, with iron hooks and silver strokes.
When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month...
My flowers bloom, and all others wither.
The fragrance of incense permeated Chang'an.
The whole city is adorned with golden armor.
As I finished writing the poem, chrysanthemums fell all around me, their petals exquisite and beautiful, scattered gracefully, reflecting the sunlight and carrying their own delicate fragrance.
The petals appeared light, but in reality they were incredibly heavy, instantly killing dozens of martial spirit masters.
Dongfang Sheng walked amidst a shower of petals, his long blue robe fluttering in the wind, exuding scholarly spirit, pointing out the landscape and writing passionately.
Any martial artist who dared to break in was either killed or injured.
He is the king of this region, invincible.
Qin Ming swept his iron fists across, killing a large number of people.
While in mid-air, Fatty Situ suddenly took a breath, and his body rapidly swelled up like a small hill as he descended from the sky.
A thud! A whole bunch of people were killed by sitting on it, leaving a deep crater in the ground.
The earth shook violently.
"Haha, Fatty's here."
After landing, he held a small abacus made of pure gold and shot out beams of golden light, turning many martial artists into bloody sieves.
"Hehehehe..."
Xiahou Ba, his body engulfed in black, malevolent flames, charged into the battle formation with a sinister grin, wielding a long saber.
They charged left and right, as if they were in an empty field.
Bang!
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, like a cannon being fired.
The roaring sound echoed continuously through the valley.
A large cloud of dark green mist suddenly exploded, its stench was unbearable, and it drifted ten miles against the wind.
It instantly covered most of the mountain.
The old weasel unleashed another powerful attack, instantly killing the closest martial artists with a single fart, leaving not even a trace behind.
He was probably the one who died the most pathetic death on the entire battlefield.
Those a little further away were instantly overcome by the fumes, their faces turned green, and they lay on the ground foaming at the mouth and convulsing.
Even the most distant martial artists were made dizzy and nauseous by the fumes, their stomachs churning as if in a storm, their limbs weak, and they vomited incessantly.
Many people even vomited up leftover food and bile.
"Ugh... damn it... why does it smell so bad..."
"Holy crap... I threw up my food from three days ago..."
"It was that damned old weasel that farted."
"Damn it, grab it, skin it and stew it."
The fat man covered his mouth and nose tightly with his sleeve and kept backing away.
"Damn old weasel, can't you at least give us a heads-up before unleashing your ultimate attack next time?"
Lan Yu also covered her mouth and nose with a white silk scarf and kept her distance.
Everyone felt helpless in the face of this indiscriminate attack.
The old weasel laughed triumphantly, its white beard trembling incessantly.
"How about it? My fart was absolutely amazing, unparalleled in history. You should thank me for having the chance to taste it."
Many martial artists were outraged.
"Damn it, this old guy is shameless. I'll stew him and eat him."
"Go, skin it."
"How dare you be disrespectful to this immortal!"
The old weasel charged forward and engaged in battle with a group of martial artists.
In an instant, chaos erupted, and the stench filled the air.
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