While Feng Jun and Zou Bufan were chatting, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.
Moving Mountain Adept pressed forward step by step, while Liu Er True Adept retreated step by step. That was only natural, and Liu Er's retreat had been quite orderly.
After retreating to a certain point, Liu Er True Adept suddenly shook his body, and a cloud of smoke instantly erupted around him.
This move was not particularly common, but given Moving Mountain Adept's intelligence network, he could guess what was happening—Liu Er was releasing poison.
Liu Er was skilled in poison, exceptionally so. There were not many rumors about it within the Rogue Cultivators Alliance, but Moving Mountain Adept knew.
As the smoke spread, Liu Er put away his long weapon, which resembled both a halberd and an axe, replaced it with a pair of short swords, and lunged forward with a fierce stab.
Yet Moving Mountain Adept noticed something else—he had his own intelligence network too, and knew that Liu Er excelled at close-range weapons!
The Liu brothers had been plotting against him. Did they think Moving Mountain Adept was an idiot?
In the end, it still came down to strength—if you were weak, you had no say; if I was strong, I could do whatever I wanted!
By the time Zou Bufan cried out in alarm, Liu Er was truly in trouble. A white light suddenly flared from Moving Mountain Adept's body, so dazzling that no one could look directly at it. Even Divine Sense was affected.
An ordinary Golden Core cultivator, faced with such an unknown situation, would worry about defeat before considering victory. Liu Er True Adept was known for being cautious, so one would think he would be even more so. But anyone who thought that was wrong.
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