Sick Sword

Although he had no sword in his hand, it did not prevent Si Ming from unleashing his sword seal. Instantly, Sword Qi surged around his body, forming a protective armor that resembled a large cauldron covering his entire body, buzzing and humming.

The Bian brothers couldn't retract their force in time, and when their palms landed solidly, they immediately felt something was wrong. Their palm force was actually rebounded, and the force was more than five times stronger. They heard several cracking sounds as their palm bones shattered, the pain piercing their hearts and lungs.

Before the two could even scream in agony, Si Ming used his fingers together to form a sword and stabbed it into their Tanzhong acupoints. The force penetrated through their meridians, reversing their Qi and Blood.

The Bian brothers' faces flushed crimson, and they staggered backward as if drunk, making several gurgling sounds in their throats. Suddenly, their eyes rolled back, and they fell backward, crashing into the stone benches and tables with a loud thud, already unconscious.

The battle on one side had just ended, and the battle on the other side was also drawing to a close.

"You actually... used poison..."

The Bian brothers only blushed, but Huyan He was truly drunk. His mind was foggy, his steps were weak, his nerves were sluggish, and he had lost his balance, let alone maintaining a high level of defense. When his protective palm strikes slipped, Qingyan seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the abdomen with the hilt of his sword. He groaned in pain, fell to the ground, and could no longer stand up.

The poison "Immortal's Inebriation's Intoxication" takes effect when it comes into contact with blood. Therefore, when Qingyan that Huyan He had been wounded by Liu Qingqing's arrow, she intensified her attack and became more violent, so that the powder on her body would drift to the wound and successfully poison him.

As an assassin, he didn't mind using poison. He immediately took out a prepared steel cable and tied Huyan He up.

The two battles were fought quickly and fiercely, lasting less than two minutes from start to finish, while footsteps could still be heard ten meters away outside.

"Walk!"

Si Ming first sent a signal into the air, then picked up Huyan He with one hand and rushed out quickly. Qingyan and Liu Qingqing did not follow. Taking advantage of the fact that Si Ming had focused the enemy's attention on him, they fled in other directions, which was also planned in advance.

With Huyan He as a hostage, Si Ming charged ahead recklessly, while the members of the Thousand-Ren Society hesitated to act rashly. Among them, a few skilled and daring individuals attempted to launch sneak attacks with hidden weapons, but unfortunately, when they struck Si Ming, it was as if they had hit a steel plate. They didn't even leave a mark, let alone injure him.

"Put down the eldest son!"

An old man with a white beard suddenly swooped down from the sky like a vicious eagle pouncing on its prey. His Eagle Claw Skill was superb, and his five fingers gleamed with a cold light like divine weapons. It was the result of at least fifty years of hard training. Even if it were a wall of copper and iron, he could still tear five holes in it.

Si Ming quickly Huyan He Yanhe, sending the hostage facing the opponent's five claws. Helpless, the old man had no choice but to stop and turn back.

"Block him, don't let him escape!"

Many members of the Thousand-Ren Society formed a defensive line, each armed with weapons, blocking Si Ming's path. The gleaming blades sent chills down one's spine.

Ignoring everything else, Si Ming charged straight towards the human wall with an air of fearlessness. Fearing that he might hurt Huyan He, the others had no choice but to discard their weapons and switch to fist and foot attacks.

But how could a mere fist possibly harm Si Ming? These people felt as if they had been struck by rotten leather, the force of the fist vanished without a trace, as if they had fallen into a vast ocean. Then, when Si Ming charged at them, it felt like being hit by a rhinoceros in heat. Not to mention a human wall, even an iron wall would be smashed apart. Instantly, countless people were knocked into the air, like bowling pins being knocked away.

On a tall building not far away, Wei Chunxi noticed the commotion, opened the sack, and with a burst of internal energy, created a powerful gust of wind, which carried the Immortal's Inebriation Flower Powder inside towards the Thousand Ren Society's stronghold.

Chapter 233 The Sick Sword

Si Ming carried the hostage and broke out of the encirclement, followed by a large group of pursuers, all of them fierce and menacing. The scene looked quite like something out of a blockbuster movie.

He didn't bother to dodge, breaking through in a straight line, charging headlong into walls of people and earth.

When he rushed to the gate, he found a bunch of people lying on the ground, their faces red and swollen, all drunk and delirious. Even the one or two who were supposed to be able to hold their liquor were weak and swaying.

"Oh no, it's poisonous!"

"The enemy has released poison using the wind. Everyone, quickly cover your mouths and noses, and try not to breathe."

"He's about to escape! Quickly send a signal to the people outside to block the way. We absolutely cannot let him kidnap the young master!"

The pursuers following behind Si Ming were also gradually affected by the Immortal's Inebriation. Those with weaker internal strength all collapsed and could not get up. Only a few people were unaffected and forcibly suppressed the poison with their Internal Cultivation strength.

The white-bearded old man possessed superb lightness skills, riding the wind as he caught up again, launching another surprise attack from mid-air. This time, he reserved three-tenths of his strength, intending to use Huyan He as a shield if Si Ming used him again, turning the "piercing" into "capturing," and rescuing the eldest son in the process.

However, this time Si Ming didn't even turn his head, leaving his back exposed to the attack.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old man hardened his heart and used all his remaining strength to tear a chunk of flesh from the other man's back. Although judging from his previous performance, this robber was proficient in external martial arts and had a body of copper and iron, making him difficult to deal with, the old man had used his Five Primordial Spirit Astral Claw to break through countless external martial arts techniques and pierce through countless so-called invulnerable bodies. Dealing with this robber was no problem for him.

However, before his Five Primordial Spirit Astral Claw and the Jade-Clad Dharma Body could distinguish who was superior, he heard the sound of a hidden weapon cutting through the air. His heart immediately went on high alert, and he instinctively swung his claws to block. Sparks flew as a copper pellet struck his index finger, fracturing the finger bone and nearly severing the entire finger.

As the saying goes, "the ten fingers are connected to the heart," and the white-bearded old man was in unbearable pain. This obstruction further widened the distance between him and Si Ming.

Just as he was about to give chase, Huyan He, who was bound by steel cables, spoke up, "Forget it, don't chase after him."

The white-bearded old man hurriedly said, "Young master, rest assured, I will definitely not let you fall into the hands of bandits."

Huyan He said, "Forget it, let everyone go back. Since they didn't assassinate me on the spot, they must have another use for me. So my safety isn't a concern for now. You just need to wait for them to name their price."

As Si Ming ran, he couldn't help but glance at him. This kid was still able to analyze the situation calmly and remain composed under such circumstances, which showed that he was definitely not a person with great ambitions but little talent. The rumors were indeed unreliable.

The white-bearded old man realized what was happening and said, "I will immediately inform Chief Huyan. Young Master, rest assured, the chief will definitely be able to rescue you!"

Then he shouted at Si Ming, "You scoundrel! I warn you, you kidnapped the eldest son of Huyan Lie, the Plundering Fire Soldier King. No matter who is behind you or how powerful your backer is, if you dare to harm a single hair on his head, you will have nowhere to hide in heaven or on earth!"

"Rambling!"

Si Ming suddenly stopped, turned around, and stomped his leg. A drilling force penetrated the earth, like a pile of gunpowder exploding underground. Instantly, the earth dragon turned over, forming an earthen wall that crashed down on the white-bearded old man.

The white-bearded old man hadn't expected his opponent to be so fierce and have such a violent temper, unable to tolerate the slightest threat and easily provoked. He quickly swung his claws, unleashing several powerful claw strikes that cut through the earthen wall. He wasn't injured, but the flying dust covered him in dirt, turning his white hair and beard gray.

Huyan He then said, "Elder Yang, my tea should be boiled by now. Please brew it quickly, lest you overcook it."

The white-bearded old man said anxiously, "Young Master, what time is it? You're still worried about whether the tea is brewed properly!"

Huyan He said, "Now all that's left to worry about is tea. There's no point in worrying about anything else. You should hurry back and make some tea so I won't have to worry about it and leave in peace."

Despite being a hostage and being jostled on someone's back, he appeared completely calm and collected, as if he were riding in a carriage, urging the driver Si Ming, to speed up.

The suppressed toxins in his body gradually took effect. Seeing that he could no longer catch up, the white-bearded old man helplessly stopped and sighed as he watched the figure gradually disappear into the distance.

"It seems I should leave as well. The experimental data on the Immortal's Inebriation has been collected. It's highly contagious and fast-acting, but it only works on ordinary people. Those with Internal Cultivation at level seven can resist the poison, and those at level nine can temporarily suppress it. It seems we need to further research its toxicity."