"This woman must not be allowed to live!" The same thought flashed through the minds of the foreign cultivators present. Otherwise, if they met her on the battlefield again, they might not have such a chance to surround this terrifyingly skilled swordswoman. If they encountered her alone, they would likely struggle to hold out!
When Poison Maitreya saw the nimble swordlight, a hint of fear flickered in his eyes. Though he charged so fiercely, he had actually held something back. He hadn't truly intended to clash head-on with Luo Qing and risk both of them being badly wounded, leaving the spoils for others. Still, charging at the front had its advantages: if Luo Qing proved unable to hold out alone, he could swiftly deliver a lethal blow!
Now, in the pale moonlight pouring down like spilled quicksilver, several nimble strands of Sword Qi raced toward him under cover of the light, moving almost too fast for the naked eye to follow. Luo Qing was clearly angry over his earlier insolent remarks, and her powerful attack was already upon him. Poison Maitreya couldn't help feeling vexed. He swept out his hand, and a huge, dark-red kasaya unfurled. As he shook it, the robe rose and fell like dark-red waves.
A cloud of dark-red poison gas quietly billowed from beneath the kasaya.
Poison Maitreya gave a sinister grin. Using the kasaya magic artifact as cover, he had poisoned who knew how many opponents with the gas he released.
Luo Qing's brows knit slightly. Though she hadn't yet drawn near Poison Maitreya, a nauseating stench wafted from beneath the dark-red kasaya. With her experience, she could tell there was something peculiar about the robe. Judging by the enormous scorpion-serpent he'd had earlier, he was probably a poison cultivator. In truth, Poison Maitreya was