Zhang Sanfeng gave her a somewhat surprised look, unable to understand how she had been using his disciples to threaten him one moment, yet seemed to have switched sides the next. "I won't die yet."
The young Daoist examined him carefully and found that the wound was slightly off from his heart and likely had not pierced his lung. Secretly relieved, she swiftly sealed the acupoints around the wound and applied some Golden Wound Medicine to it.
Daoist Huangmu snorted. "Hua Widow, what do you mean by this?" The Wudang Sect members were completely baffled, wondering who the hell Hua Widow was.
At that moment, the young Daoist stood up and said in an unfriendly tone, "Wandering Soul, I should be asking what you mean. The original plan was only to subdue them. Why did you try to kill them?"
Song Yuanqiao's heart tightened. He recalled Song Qingshu mentioning that Wandering Soul had once assassinated someone in Sichuan. He had never expected that person to be Daoist Huangmu. Then, remembering that this young Daoist disguised as a man was nicknamed Hua Widow, he realized that Ghostly Villa truly did exist.
Daoist Huangmu replied, "Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts are too formidable. He killed Yucha in a single move, and even after being poisoned by the Sorrowful Crisp Breeze, he could still fight me to a draw. If he recovers, who among us will be able to restrain him?"
Glancing at Yucha's corpse, whose eyes remained wide open in death, Daoist Huangmu still felt lingering fear. He had always greatly admired Yucha's martial arts. In recent years, Yucha had even learned the profound techniques of Hero's Island, making him one of the foremost masters in the martial world. Yet such a figure had not even lasted one move against Zhang Sanfeng!
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