Zhao Yunlan seethed inwardly.
His surprise attacks with poisoned needles had always hit their mark. Even an ordinary Martial Saint Realm expert would struggle to react in time to a surprise attack from a dense array of poisoned needles.
He had never expected Su Fei to dodge them so easily.
It seemed this man truly was a formidable opponent. At that thought, the viciousness in Zhao Yunlan's eyes deepened.
With his left hand, he took a blue-shelled gourd from his waist. The gourd had an ancient, simple design.
He aimed its mouth at Su Fei, pulled out the stopper, and shouted fiercely.
"Since the poisoned needles were useless, let me give you a taste of this!"
As the gourd's mouth opened, thick green smoke gushed out, spreading like a tide toward Su Fei's position.
The poisonous smoke spread extremely quickly, enveloping an area several dozen feet across in an instant and completely obscuring Su Fei's figure.
Wherever the poisonous smoke passed, the green grass on the ground instantly withered and blackened, giving off a pungent, foul stench.
Everyone on the gate tower burned with anxiety at the sight.
Zhang San and Li Si wanted to rush down to help, but Zhang Jing stopped them.
"Marquis Su's strength is unfathomable. He may not fall victim to it. If we rashly go down, we'll only disrupt his rhythm."
Zhang Yundao also gripped his saber's hilt tightly, his brows deeply furrowed and his gaze fixed on the poisonous smoke below, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Only Zhou Lixuan, the prefectural governor of Cool Prefecture, had turned deathly pale. His legs trembled slightly, and the eerie poisonous smoke had somewhat scared the courage out of him.
Mounted on his warhorse, Zhao Yunlan watched Su Fei enveloped in the poisonous smoke, a smug,