However, behind the seemingly harmonious and joyful banquet, there was actually a deadly plot hidden.
The chill of early winter seeped through the cracks in the doors and windows, silently spreading to every corner of the banquet hall. The air carried a sharp coldness, signaling the impending danger.
Though Shi Feiyang knew this journey was fraught with danger, he showed no fear and boldly ca alone. The mont he stepped into the hall, his keen intuition detected sothing amiss. He remained calm, his gaze sharp, slowly scanning everything around him.
While conversing with so Martial Arts Sect Leaders, Shi Feiyang learned that the woman he had crossed swords with in the snowy forest earlier was nad Shi Ying, the Young Sect Leader of the Celestial Demon Sect. During the conversation, Shi Feiyang’s eyes were sharp and steady, not missing a single detail.
Indeed, he noticed a faint glint of cold light within the seemingly light sleeves of the dance perforrs. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Cold Soul Needles.
At the sa ti, he slightly frowned, his nostrils twitching as he detected a faint odd sll in the wine. He imdiately concluded that the wine had been poisoned.
Shi Feiyang inwardly sneered; how could Shi Ying’s petty tricks escape his eyes? Just as the dance perforrs received the command to launch their attack, Shi Feiyang suddenly moved, rising swiftly from his seat like a black lightning bolt.
He quickly ford seals with his hands, unleashing the powerful "Tathagata Divine Palm."
In an instant, an overwhelmingly hot aura surged from his palms, like an erupting volcano, carrying an infinite heat wave.
This heat wave was like a blazing fla, instantly evaporating the toxic fog in the air without a trace, brightening the hall. At that mont, a coquettish laugh ca from above the hall.
Shi Ying descended barefoot on an ice lotus emitting a dim blue light.
She was dressed in a black thin gauze dress that fluttered in the cold wind, resembling a ghost descending in the night.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet it bore a trace of icy coldness, her eyes glinting with cunning light.
She looked at Shi Feiyang, her lips curling slightly into a faint smile, softly saying, "Young Master Shi, you really have no sense of romance. Why so tense at such a good ti?"
Shi Ying inwardly regretted, having thought her ticulously planned poison sche would easily capture Shi Feiyang, but his vigilance had easily neutralized her trap. Yet she remained undeterred, continuing with her insidious plan.
Thus, in the Red Water Poisonous Miasma Forest, a thrilling battle ensued imdiately.
The Celestial Demon Sect’s followers, under Shi Ying’s command, detonated the pre-prepared corpse poison miasma.
Instantly, the poisonous fog surged like a tide, rapidly spreading and shrouding the entire forest and river in a gray gloom.
Shi Ying stood high, a cold smile on her lips, manipulating the poison puppets, which charged at Shi Feiyang like a group of controlled marionettes.
She calculated that despite Shi Feiyang’s high martial prowess, he would surely be unable to withstand the double assault of the poisonous miasma and poison puppets.
Amidst the chaotic forest, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed. While wielding the Celestial Frost Blade to fend off the tide-like attacks of the poison puppets, he calmly observed the surrounding situation, seeking a way to break the poison miasma.
His gaze moved swiftly through the chaotic forest and finally spotted a silver bell at Shi Ying’s waist.
Shi Feiyang thought quickly, guessing that this silver bell might be the key to controlling the miasma.
Thus, Shi Feiyang made a decisive move, suddenly unleashing the "Buddha’s Holy Lamp" from the Tathagata Divine Palm, his form beca ethereal, infused with extraordinary spiritual qi, his palm technique dreamlike, reality and illusion intertwined. He struck towards the miasma-controlling stone pillar.
With a loud "boom," like a thunderbolt on a clear day, fierce flas soared into the sky, shattering the stone pillar controlling the miasma into pieces.
Taking advantage of the montary chaos in the miasma, Shi Feiyang charged towards Shi Ying like a black phantom.
Their silhouettes moved quickly in the miasma, fists and palms crossing.
The Cold Jade Hairpin in Shi Ying’s hand glead coldly, like a silver lightning, slicing towards Shi Feiyang’s neck.
Shi Feiyang couldn’t dodge in ti, the side of his neck was grazed.
At this critical mont, his internal Bright Jade Technique operated to its peak, an extre chill surged from within, freezing quickly at the side of his neck. The Cold Jade Hairpin sliced through the ice layer, leaving only a shallow mark, blocking Shi Ying’s lethal strike.
Shi Ying was secretly pleased, thinking she had the upper hand.
However, Shi Feiyang remained unmoved. His gaze was resolute, with his True Qi swiftly circulating inside.
At this mont, the Martial Arts Sect Leaders and disciples around saw through Shi Ying’s sinister intentions, feeling indignant.
A burly Sect Leader glared angrily, loudly rebuking, "Shi Ying, your actions are simply a disgrace to the Martial Arts! Using such despicable ans against Hero Shi is truly reprehensible!"
Other Sect Leaders and disciples echoed his sentints, voices of condemnation rising one after another.
But Shi Ying turned a deaf ear to this, her mind seeking only to see Shi Feiyang dead, continuing to manipulate the poison puppets, launching a new round of attacks.
The cold winter of the Red Water Poisonous Miasma Forest was like a natural purgatory.
The sky was obscured by heavy leaden clouds, not a ray of sunlight in sight, casting the entire forest into a deep darkness. The biting cold wind roared like a raging beast, charging wildly through the forest, making the trees creak while dead branches and leaves flew everywhere.
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