Kong Youde was hurled backward, three enormous wounds slashing diagonally across his body from his left shoulder toward his lower right side. Blood stained his robes crimson.
His face was pale as paper. The three wounds cut deep enough to expose bone, and the pain nearly robbed him of breath.
Just as Feng Qisheng was about to step forward and deliver the finishing blow, Kong Youde suddenly pulled out several objects and hurled them at him.
In the heat of the moment, Feng Qisheng could not make out what they were. Caught off guard, he could only react on instinct, sweeping the sharp claws formed by his Martial Soul across both hands in an attempt to block the unknown attack.
Rrrip! The sounds of burlap tearing rang out, followed immediately by waves of pungent odors that rushed straight into Feng Qisheng's head.
The odors mingled the scents of Sichuan pepper, cumin, chili powder, pepper, and other spices, with even a hint of fennel and angelica dahurica.
Mixed together, the smells were unbearable. Tears and mucus instantly streamed down Feng Qisheng's face against his will.
These were the spices Chen Xiaojun had sent over a few days earlier. They were extremely valuable and difficult to find on the market.
Kong Youde knew that after tonight, whatever the outcome of the battle, he would no longer remain with the Ji Family, so he had taken the spices with him.
He had already developed a thorough understanding of these spices and knew that using them in large quantities would assault the human senses with tremendous force. They were another trump card he had kept up his sleeve.
Although Feng Qisheng had maintained a measure of caution as he approached Kong Youde, he had still fallen into his trap. He had failed to fully