Huang Yao's indifferent gaze fell upon Wang Yuan.
Especially when she saw his eyes, cold even beneath the mask, and the ferocious Black Dragon Spear in his hand.
She first frowned slightly, then seemed to recall something and actually burst out laughing.
Yet there was not the slightest warmth in that laughter, only icy killing intent.
"I was wondering who had such nerve. So it was you, you little sly fox."
Huang Yao's tone carried a trace of mockery, but her gaze was sharp as a blade.
She had clearly recognized Wang Yuan.
"So it really was you who killed that useless steward of my Huang Family."
"I never expected you to put on such a convincing act of cowardice this morning. Even I was nearly fooled by you."
"If I had known, I should have slapped you to death then and there. It would have saved me all this trouble now."
She gently shook her head, as though feeling regret.
"But this is fine too. Old debts and new debts can be settled together today."
"Tell me where Black Tai Sui is, and I can grant you a quick death."
Seeing that his identity had already been exposed, Wang Yuan stopped hiding and tore off the black cloth, revealing his face.
But he did not answer. He merely held the Black Dragon Spear horizontally before him, declaring his stance through his actions.
For him to surrender without a fight?
Absolutely impossible!
Having lived a second life, he was determined to see the sights at the peak of martial arts.
At that moment, Zhang Mingyuan's Paternal Uncle suddenly shoved Zhang Mingyuan away and rasped, "Mingyuan, you two, run!"
He knew he was already an exhausted arrow at the end of its flight. Staying behind would only make him a burden.
Now, he could only risk his life and fight to win Zhang Mingyuan and Wang Yuan a sliver of hope!
With a furious roar, he ignored his injuries, burned his remaining blood and qi, and charged at Huang Yao like a moth flying into flame.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Huang Yao snorted coldly. She did not even use a weapon, merely casually striking out with her palm.
Her palm wind was condensed, striking after yet arriving first, lightly stamping against Paternal Uncle's chest.
"Bang!"
Paternal Uncle's charging body flew back even faster. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, his chest caved deeply inward, and by the time he hit the ground, he had already stopped breathing.
One palm!
Just one palm!
A Second Blood Change martial artist making a desperate final stand had been effortlessly killed in an instant.
This was the strength of a true elite disciple from a great Lineage.
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes nearly split open, and grief tore through him.
"What terrifying palm force!"
Wang Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the sense of crisis in his heart rose to its peak.
Huang Yao slowly withdrew her palm without even glancing at the corpse.
She slowly drew the chilling slender sword from her waist, its tip pointing directly at Wang Yuan.
"Now, it is your turn."
Before her words had faded, her figure moved. Sword light poured down like a waterfall, instantly engulfing Wang Yuan.
Huang Yao's swordsmanship was both swift and vicious, its angles treacherous.
Every stroke carried the mighty blood and qi of the Third Blood Change, along with exquisite swordsmanship.
The pressure on Wang Yuan immediately increased. He could only whirl the Black Dragon Spear until it was impenetrable, trying to block Huang Yao's swordsmanship.
Yet Huang Yao was a peak Third Blood Change Grand Martial Artist. How could Wang Yuan, who had only just entered the Second Blood Change, possibly contend with her head-on?
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The clash of metal rang without cease, sparks scattering through the night.
At this moment, Wang Yuan was completely at a disadvantage.
He could only rely on the formidable physique and strength far surpassing ordinary people granted by Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone to withstand sword strikes he could not fully evade.
The Black Silkworm Silk Inner Armor also blocked several slashes from her blade, but the force transmitted through it still shook his blood and qi into turmoil.
Some places were even pierced with several horrifying bloody holes.
Wang Yuan fought as he retreated, leaving deep tracks among the trees, looking thoroughly battered.
On the surface, Huang Yao held an absolute advantage. Her swordsmanship flowed freely, suppressing Wang Yuan so thoroughly that he could barely breathe.
Yet deep in her heart, towering waves had risen!
"This brat... how is this possible!"
The more Huang Yao fought, the more alarmed she became.
"He clearly only entered the Second Blood Change recently, yet this brute strength... it is simply inhuman."
"The abundance of his blood and qi far surpasses others of the same level."
"I possess a High Grade Bone Structure and cultivate the Huang Family's direct-line technique, yet I still cannot take him down in such a short time?"
She could clearly sense that Wang Yuan's foundation was terrifyingly solid and his physique unimaginably tough.
This was absolutely not something that could be explained merely by good talent!
"He must have a secret. A great secret!"
A flash of greed flickered in Huang Yao's eyes.
Wang Yuan was equally anxious. He was now covered in wounds, and if the battle dragged on, he would certainly lose.
Seeing himself forced to retreat again and again.
Wang Yuan hardened his heart and devised a plan, deliberately guiding the battle toward an area where the trees grew denser and the terrain was more rugged.
"Hmph, trying to run?"
"You have no chance."
Huang Yao saw that Wang Yuan seemed unable to keep going and wanted to use the terrain to escape.
She snorted coldly, her sword momentum tightening further as she pursued him like a shadow.
Wang Yuan forcibly suppressed his churning blood and qi, constantly shifting his footing with Chasing Wind Leg.
The two fought as they moved. Sword light and spear shadows flashed through the forest, and in the blink of an eye they had exchanged dozens of moves, destroying who knew how many plants and trees.
Wang Yuan forcibly suppressed his churning blood and qi, constantly shifting his footing with Chasing Wind Leg.
Huang Yao sensed that Wang Yuan's aura was beginning to grow somewhat disordered, and his spearwork was no longer as nimble as before. He was clearly an exhausted arrow at the end of its flight.
Her heart settled, and she spoke indifferently.
"It is time to end this, Wang Yuan."
"Your talent truly is astonishing, but a dead genius is no longer a genius."
"You have two choices now: submit to me, or die!"
"Pah!"
Hearing this, Wang Yuan merely smiled faintly and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"You really are courting death!"
Seeing Wang Yuan provoke her so brazenly, Huang Yao's eyes filled with savage fury.
Her nickname in the Inner City was Mother Yaksha, which showed just how foul her temper was.
Before her words had faded.
Huang Yao violently spurred her blood and qi, and light flowed across the slender sword.
An incomparably condensed, peerlessly sharp Sword Qi slashed forth like a crescent moon, heading straight for Wang Yuan's head.
She had used eighty percent of her strength in this strike, determined to kill Wang Yuan in a single blow!
Yet faced with this fatal attack, Wang Yuan showed no fear on his face.
Instead, a cold smile of triumph appeared.
Rather than retreating, he advanced, his left hand suddenly flinging forward!
A large cloud of pungent red chili powder mixed with white quicklime swept over Huang Yao, covering her head and face.
"Hmph! A paltry trick!"
Huang Yao sneered disdainfully. She did not even dodge, merely flicking her wrist slightly as the slender sword trembled.
A supple yet precise sword wind sprang into being, easily blowing away the cloud of powder like a barrier.
"Such vile tricks are useless against me!"
As the powder dispersed, Wang Yuan's calm face was revealed behind it.
The smirk at his lips became even more obvious, carrying a trace of mockery.
"Is that so?"
"Then have you felt... weak all over, with your blood and qi unable to circulate smoothly?"
"What?"
Huang Yao froze at his words and instinctively circulated her blood and qi. Her expression changed dramatically in an instant.
She felt an obvious weakness spreading through her limbs and bones.
Her blood and qi, which had once moved as easily as an arm obeying a hand, now seemed trapped in a mire, its circulation suddenly slowing by several degrees.
Her strength was instantly weakened by nearly half!
"You... you actually poisoned me?"
"Such vile methods!"
Huang Yao abruptly raised her head, glaring at Wang Yuan in shock and fury, her eyes full of disbelief.
She had always considered her martial cultivation profound and her senses keen, yet she had not noticed at all when he had poisoned her.
Only then did Wang Yuan let out a long breath, his constantly tense body relaxing slightly.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered with lingering fear.
"This damned woman was really damn hard to poison!"
"I pretended I couldn't beat her and secretly scattered the medicine while running. I used the equivalent of two whole bottles of Soft Muscle Powder, and she only noticed now..."
It turned out that everything from his initial bedraggled state to his later fighting while fleeing had all been an act.
The true killing move had been hidden within those seemingly futile movements.
Using the terrain and the battle as cover, he had silently dispersed the potent Soft Muscle Powder bought from the Black Market into the air, letting Huang Yao unknowingly inhale it.
Now, the poison had finally taken effect, and in an instant, the tide of battle had reversed!
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