From the shadows, three figures finally lost their patience and shot out like bolts of lightning!
Two were in the early stage of the Supernatural Power Realm, while one was in the middle stage!
All wore dark gray fitted attire slightly different from that of the Discipline Hall disciples. Their faces were unremarkable, their eyes dull, and their auras cold and sinister.
They somewhat resembled the puppet disciples from Hundred Herbs Garden earlier, but their cultivation was higher. Clearly, they were deathsworn controlled by Shen Qiu or the Shadow Council through some method!
The three lunged in a triangular formation. One wielded claws, reaching straight for Lu Chen's heart from behind. Another swept a short halberd toward his waist and abdomen.
The middle-stage Supernatural Power Realm cultivator at the center raised both palms, which glimmered with dark green poisonous light, and struck through the air at Lu Chen's face!
The palm wind reeked of rot, clearly laden with deadly poison!
Lu Chen's brows drew together slightly. Sure enough, there was another trump card—and a stronger one at that.
His true essence had yet to recover. This was no time for a prolonged fight; he had to end this quickly!
With a thought, he did not turn around. Instead, he swept his left hand behind him, and five Wind Thunder Spell-Breaking Talismans wreathed in faint purplish-golden lightning instantly formed, shooting toward the two men behind him!
At the same time, he clenched his right fist, channeling the remaining power of the Dragon-Pattern Spirit Bones into it, and threw a punch at the incoming dark green poison palm!
"Mystic Dragon Prison Suppression: Mountain Shattering!"
Fist and palm collided!
"Bang!"
A blast of air erupted! The middle-stage Supernatural Power Realm deathsworn's entire body jolted violently. The dark green radiance on his poison palm