"Xiaochen!"
Ni Qingyao shouted, reaching out to grab him, but her body involuntarily fell backward.
"Mom! Let’s hurry up and go, we can’t cause trouble for Xiaochen."
Yang Rou quickly supported her, using her other hand to pull Yang Xiao, struggling to walk outside.
"Stop those three won, don’t let them escape!"
The mbers of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect saw the beauties about to escape and panicked, wanting to rush out and chase them but were stopped by Yang Cheng blocking the exit.
"If you want to chase them, you’ll have to get past first!"
His expression was grim, blood at the corner of his mouth, his whole body exuding a murderous aura, montarily frightening them.
Although the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had the numbers, none of them were a match for Yang Cheng.
"Facing death, and still thinking about saving won!"
Qian E sneered disdainfully.
If it weren’t for Yang Cheng’s body still being useful, he would have already waved his hand and obliterated him.
"I’ll risk my life to protect my won, while all you do is impotently rage and harm yours."
Yang Cheng sneered, pointing at Ziyan, who was lying on the ground.
Although the woman was not yet dead, she was severely injured, lying on the ground barely clinging to life.
Qian E’s face instantly darkened, his already ferocious face becoming even more terrifying.
"Don’t be eager to die. Once I perfect the Skin Changing Technique, your death will be very unpleasant."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the blades ford by the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl shot towards Yang Cheng.
Boom!
A loud explosion was heard, and cracks appeared in the ground around him.
Yang Cheng remained outwardly calm, but his heart sank. Such terrifying power ant direct confrontation was unlikely to succeed.
His only option now was to destroy the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, but this kind of Magical Treasure usually had strong defenses and destroying it would lead to backlash.
At this mont, Cheng Ruonan and Cheng Qiyue, stationed at the entrance of the Yu Yue Clubhouse, felt the ground shake. Although not very strong, they had a bad premonition.
"Yang Cheng has been inside for so long and hasn’t co out yet, sothing must have happened. I need to go find him."
Cheng Ruonan was anxious, fully aware of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect’s thods. If Yang Cheng failed, unimaginable torture awaited.
"If you rush in now, you might ruin everything. Let’s wait a bit."
Cheng Qiyue quickly reached out to pull her back, remaining calm and recalling Yang Cheng’s instructions not to barge in recklessly.
"But you also felt it earlier, sothing must have happened down there, I’m worried Yang Cheng might..."
Before Cheng Ruonan could finish, her phone suddenly rang.
Seeing it was Yang Cheng’s number, she quickly answered, her voice trembling, "Yang Cheng, are you okay?"
"It’s Yang Rou, Xiaochen... he’s trapped inside. We’re escaping. Can you pick us up?"
Yang Rou was panting, dragging two people as they ran, with only dim light guiding them through the dark underground, but she dared not stop, continuing along the narrow path.
Hearing this, Cheng Qiyue quickly responded, "Don’t panic, wait at the exit. We’ll be right there."
After hanging up, Cheng Qiyue and Cheng Ruonan finally entered the Yu Yue Clubhouse.
Once a mber of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Cheng Ruonan knew the entrance well, and she headed straight inside, moving through the crowd to a large black door.
Concentrating True Qi in her palm, she slowly moved a heavy object beside it, and the black door swung open with a bang.
By this ti, the three of them were drenched in sweat, their cheeks covered in dust, appearing very disheveled.
"Hurry out! It seems soone is following."
Cheng Qiyue urged, quickly reaching out to pull them out of the darkness.
"Don’t worry about us, save Xiaochen, he’s still inside."
Yang Rou’s voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes.
Cheng Ruonan turned to Cheng Qiyue, her expression solemn, "Sis, I’ll go save him. You take them out of here and ensure their safety."
"How can you go in by yourself? I’ll settle them and go in with you."
Cheng Qiyue frowned.
"There’s no ti. I must go first. They’re ordinary people without self-defense skills. Take them away quickly. Don’t let the Ten Thousand Poison Sect catch them."
As she spoke, Cheng Ruonan gave Cheng Qiyue a light push and entered the dark passage alone.
"Ruonan!"
Cheng Qiyue’s heart tightened, but she didn’t have ti for sorrow and quickly pulled Yang Rou and the others away from the clubhouse.
As they stumbled out, they ran into a group of drunken n.
"Hey! Beauties! When did the clubhouse start having such high quality? Four stunning ladies!"
"Whoa! I want that drunk little girl, she looks so tender, must still be a virgin."
The n laughed loudly, instantly surrounding Cheng Qiyue and the others.
The girl they referred to as drunk was Yang Xiao. Already severely ill, she had been brought from Peach Blossom County to Zhonghai, further traumatized, and couldn’t stand stable, weakly leaning against Yang Rou.
"Xiao Xiao, don’t be afraid, your sister is here."
Feeling her trembling, Yang Rou shielded her behind.
"Get out of the way! Or don’t bla for being rude!"
Cheng Qiyue’s expression was serious, her gaze sharp as she looked at the n leering at them.
"Whoa! This woman is feisty, I like her. I’ll take that one."
A man built like a bull laughed heartily, completely ignoring Cheng Qiyue’s threat.
"If you know what’s good for you, you’ll co with us. Satisfy us brothers, and we won’t trouble you."
Cheng Qiyue’s face darkened, her fists clenched tightly.
Already in a bad mood, worried about Cheng Ruonan and Yang Cheng, now dealing with these pests ramped up her anger.
The burly man stepped towards Cheng Qiyue, reaching to touch her face.
Everyone expected these weak won to compromise, but the next second, Cheng Qiyue suddenly grabbed his wrist, twisting it fiercely.
"Ah!"
A heartrending scream erupted, leaving everyone stunned.
Cheng Qiyue seized the man’s arm and smoothly executed an over-the-shoulder throw.
"Damn it! You dare ambush !"
The burly man cursed, struggling to get up.
Cheng Qiyue placed her foot on his back, pinning him to the ground.
Her beautiful eyes gleaming with icy resolve, surveyed the n before her, her red lips parting lightly, "If you don’t want a beating, clear the way!"
"That woman is surprisingly strong!"
Everyone was shocked. The burly man, a professional boxer with muscles, was thrown by a seemingly frail woman.
They instinctively made way. Cheng Qiyue guarded Yang Rou and the other three away first, taking the rear as they departed.
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