C397 (1/2)

The Heaven's Will Four Directions Technique was a profound martial arts technique. It was the most suitable method to deal with a group battle.

Even with Grandmaster Li's mastery of the Four Symbols Art, he had only condensed the Wrath of the Wind God and the Fire God's Wrath of the Fire God, so the Thunder God had not yet touched the doorways.

The pale green giant's muscles were knotted as he glared at them furiously. Strong gales were breathed out from his mouth, dispersing the poisonous fog and the centipede snake.

Jian Xiong swept out with her sword. The fifth stage of the Dragon Riding Slash was not something these Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples who had not even reached the Xiantian realm could withstand.

Amidst the screams, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect fell one by one. Their blood flowed out and soaked the soil in black.

When the girls with naked bodies saw this scene, they still didn't have any reactions. Their black hair, white flowers and soft flesh, and the mysterious black fur below all swayed in the wind, but they were like zombies.

Jian Xiong sheathed her sword, anger in her eyes. As a woman, she didn't need to think to know what kind of treatment these few village girls had suffered under at the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

Li Dao slowly let out a breath as black and white streams of air flowed out from his eyes and wrapped around these pitiful young girls. Rather than living like a zombie, it was better to turn into a pile of bones to protect them from being bullied or humiliated.

”Which blind person dares to cause trouble at my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect? Are you tired of living?”

Accompanied by a sharp voice, a thin and short man walked out, waving a steel bone fan.

This person was only 1.5 meters tall, half a head shorter than Jianxiong and Thoughtless. His cheekbones were protruding and there was almost no flesh on his face. He had a silver band around his forehead and a scooped head, usually bald, with long hair hanging down from the back of his head. Its eyes were small and shiny, almost like a mouse's. He had a sparse goatee, jagged yellow and black teeth, and a large mole at the corner of his right mouth.

Li Dao didn't even want to say a single word. This person was incomparably ugly and extremely wretched.

”You are the Thousand Hands Poison King?”

As long as he said yes, the next moment would be when his head would move. Li Dao was only trying to confirm his identity.

”Who are you? Don't you know that this is the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect? Did you ask about the consequences before coming here to cause trouble? ” The man's disgusting eyes turned and his entire body tensed up. He could smell a trace of danger.

”Big Brother Sword Emperor, he's the Thousand Hands Poison King, Yun Mo Sheng!”

Thoughtless pointed at the man with a voice full of hatred and spoke.

”Are you sure?”