King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 863 - 250: Deadly Fragrance and Shadows—Butterflies Dance in the Haunted Woods, Warriors’ Souls Tremble

Her figure flickered, like a blue lightning bolt, shooting swiftly to the side.

Her silhouette darted unpredictably between the heat waves and poison powder, like a nimble Spiritual Snake, deftly evading Xie Zhichuan’s attack range.

Xie Zhichuan managed to repel the poison powder with difficulty, only to find Lan Xiaodie had already escaped.

Rage burned within him, and he roared, "Lan Xiaodie, don’t think you can escape!" With that said, he harnessed all his Power and chased in the direction where Lan Xiaodie fled. The ground beneath his feet was baked dry by the high temperature, leaving a string of deep footprints.

Lan Xiaodie knew Xie Zhichuan would not give up easily; while desperately fleeing, she kept an eye on her surroundings.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, discovering a dense forest ahead.

She secretly rejoiced, thinking that this forest might be her lifeline.

Without hesitation, she dashed into the forest, using the thick foliage and intricate terrain to skillfully conceal herself.

Xie Zhichuan reached the edge of the forest but suddenly stopped. He gazed at the dense woods, feeling a bit hesitant.

He knew well the forest’s complexity, and Lan Xiaodie was skilled in using poison. Rashly chasing inside might mean falling into her ambush.

Allowing Lan Xiaodie to get away like this left him feeling unwilling.

He paced back and forth at the forest’s edge, a fierce glow in his eyes, muttering to himself, "Lan Xiaodie, do you think hiding in this forest will let you escape? Hmph, I’ll definitely drag you out!"

Lan Xiaodie hid deep in the forest, surrounded by an eerie silence broken only by the rustling leaves in the breeze.

She felt as if facing a formidable enemy, scarcely daring to breathe, her chest heaving violently, heartbeat threatening to burst through her chest.

Her hand tightly clutched a few poison needles, their sinister glint in the dim light echoing her cold mood.

Each second felt as long as a century, her nerves stretched to the limit, every muscle in her body poised to respond to any crisis that might arise.

Finally, the footsteps that chilled her blood gradually receded, grew faint, and disappeared into the distance.

Lan Xiaodie relaxed slightly, but years of Jianghu experience warned her not to let down her guard.

She waited a long moment more, eyes warily scanning her surroundings, ears keenly catching every minute sound. Ensuring Xie Zhichuan had indeed left, she slowly stood up and gingerly brushed aside the branches blocking her path out of the forest.

Raising her eyes toward where Xie Zhichuan had gone, flames of anger flared instantly, her resentment seemed to want to burn everything in the world. She grit her silver teeth, lowly growling, "Xie Zhichuan, you wait for me! This blood feud, I, Lan Xiaodie, will repay you a thousandfold!"

With that spoken, she took a deep breath, raising her hand to tidy her somewhat disheveled clothes, ready to use her Lightweight Technique to escape this place of trouble.

However, just as she barely turned, her pupils suddenly contracted, her face drained of color.

It was Gang Leader Zhong Renwang of the Beggar Gang, his burly frame like a towering iron tower, face twisted in rage, a terrifying visage without a nose, like a Demon God emerging from Hell.

Manor Master Dugu Yan of Mingjian Manor, dressed in black, held a Long Sword flickering with cold light, matching his icy gaze; along with Beggar Gang members Ding Hong, Wu Chao, Wu Si, each with a ferocious look, wielding iron rods, forming a fan shape, enclosing her.

The air instantly froze, suffocatingly oppressive.

Zhong Renwang let out a cold snort, voice booming like a great bell, shattering the suffocating silence: "Lan Xiaodie, didn’t expect this, today you can’t escape with wings! You killed Fu Anxing and ruined our big plan, today you’ll pay with your life."

As he spoke, he flexed his hands, the iron palms grinding against each other, emitting a piercing "caca" sound, especially eerie in the silent forest.

Though Lan Xiaodie was terrified inside, years of Jianghu experience quickly steadied her.

Feigning calm, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth in a mocking smile, "Zhong Renwang, you think just the few of you can capture me, Lan Xiaodie? Don’t forget, the Five Poison Sect’s poisons aren’t to be trifled with!" As she spoke, she secretly mustered her energy, the True Qi of the Five Poison Sect rapidly circulating through her meridians, ready for the imminent battle.

Dugu Yan knit his brows in anger, a harsh glint flashing in his eyes, "Hmph, Lan Xiaodie, stop your bluffing! Today is the day you die, accept it!" With that, his figure flickered like black lightning, charging swiftly at Lan Xiaodie.

He executed the "Eight Styles of the Famous Sword," his Long Sword creating several sword flowers, the sword moves fierce, targeting Lan Xiaodie’s vital spots.

Lan Xiaodie shouted sharply, her figure twisting like a Spiritual Snake, skillfully evading Dugu Yan’s attack.

Meanwhile, she flicked her right hand, shooting several poison needles like Hidden Weapons at Dugu Yan.

The poison needles streaked through the air, leaving gleaming trails of cold light, with a thread of deadly poison, like several life-taking little snakes.

Dugu Yan was startled at the sight.

He hurriedly wielded his Long Sword, deflecting each poison needle. "Ding ding dang dang" went the crisp sounds of needles clashing with the sword, sparks flying. Just as he was deflecting the needles, Lan Xiaodie seized the opportunity to use the Five Poison Sect’s "Cyan Phosphorus Illusion Step," her form ghostly and unpredictable, rushing toward the weaker spot in the encirclement.

Zhong Renwang, seeing Lan Xiaodie about to escape, refused to let her go. He shouted, "Where do you think you’re going!" Slightly crouching down, his left hand drawing a circle, the right one suddenly striking out, the palm carrying an overwhelming momentum, none other than one of the Beggar Gang’s ultimate techniques, "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" move "Regret of the Whipping Dragon."