The powder dispersed the moment it met the air, canceling out the pale purple poisonous mist. After the dizzy, disoriented soldiers inhaled it, their symptoms gradually eased, and they were able to struggle back to their feet.
"This is antidote powder! Everyone, hold steady!" Lin Taichu shouted, then turned and rejoined the battle.
At this point, fewer than five experts remained in the courtyard. The city lord had tied up three of them alone, while Wang Xiaohu and several soldiers surrounded the remaining two.
Lin Taichu rushed over and took down one expert with each palm strike, swiftly dealing with the two of them. Then he looked toward the city lord. Although the city lord could hold off the three experts, he was beginning to struggle after so long, cold sweat already forming on his forehead.
Lin Taichu flashed behind one of the experts and struck the man in the back with his palm. The expert let out a scream and collapsed. Seeing this, the remaining two experts panicked, and their moves became disordered.
Seizing the chance, the city lord swung his broadsword and struck one of them in the neck. He kicked the other to the ground, and the soldiers immediately rushed forward, placing blades against the man's throat.
In less than an incense stick's duration, Marquis Jing'an's subordinates had all been dealt with, either killed or captured. Marquis Jing'an and Zhang Ce were surrounded by soldiers, with no chance of escape.
"Impossible! This is impossible!" Marquis Jing'an slumped to the ground, his eyes blank. "I clearly set up the barrier and prepared so many experts. How could I lose?"
"With tricks like yours, you wanted to seize power?" The city lord walked up to him and pointed his blade at his throat. "Did you think framing others would