"Bewildering Soul Pursuit!" Seeing that the situation had turned against her, the other white figure did not spare a glance for Xiang Ying's condition. Instead, she struck out with all her strength, sending three palm shadows flying in curved trajectories from three directions, automatically converging on Lin Hui as he withdrew his sword.
These three strikes were the fastest moves in the Bewitching Incense Palm, and they also carried a certain area-of-effect inner strength pull that could restrict movement.
But... just before the palm shadows reached him, Lin Hui had already retreated and drawn his sword once more.
Clang!
For an instant, the feather transformation effect activated, and the explosive roar of Clear Wind Single Sword erupted again.
A Silver Sword Mark shot across several meters at terrifying speed, piercing straight through the center of the three palm shadows and stabbing directly at the white figure's face.
Pfft!
Almost at the same instant, the white figure had already crushed a small orb resembling a concealed weapon.
The orb exploded, releasing a vast cloud of dense white smoke. It blocked the view, while the smoke itself was thick with an intense, strange fragrance.
As the smoke collided head-on with the sword mark, the white mist rapidly scattered apart. Yet it also successfully forced the sword mark to veer away on its own, changing direction to avoid charging directly into the densest part of the smoke.
Lin Hui appeared by the teahouse's side entrance behind them, turning to look at the people around him who had been caught in the spreading smoke.
The waiter, the tea attendant, passing guests—so many people. Under the effects of the poisonous smoke, they all collapsed one after another. Within seconds, bodies carpeted the ground.
Only then did waves of startled cries cut off the music in