Dashing Student-Chapter 455 - , Spank Your Little Bottom
Hearing Wu Yuanchun’s crazed laughter.
The scene immediately erupted into a series of astonished outcries and angry curses.
Those disciples of the Suoming Sect, although they had also experienced numerous life-and-death trials, were completely thrown into disarray by the dense, eerie Gu Insect formation before their eyes.
Many of them felt weak in the knees, nearly collapsing to the ground, their faces clouded with a fear as thick as a dark mist, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Qing Niao’s heart was filled with despair, deeply aware of the terror of Gu Insects.
These malicious creatures, carefully cultivated, not only were extremely venomous but also moved unpredictably and were hard to resist.
Her gaze was full of seriousness and worry, with the Soft Sword in her hands trembling slightly, as if it, too, sensed its owner’s unease.
"Wu Yuanchun, you are so heartlessly mad, using such dark arts to bring chaos to our sect!" Qing Niao angrily condemned, her voice unable to hide a tremor of despair.
Wu Yuanchun stood up feebly, his smiling face even more hideous: "How can you call it heartless madness? This is clearly doing whatever it takes for the goal! As they say, a great figure does not bother with trifles. How could you fools understand this principle?"
With that said, he looked outside, loudly saying: "Brother Yang, please give the order to kill these people who oppose me!"
Upon hearing this.
Qing Niao and the others instinctively turned their heads to look outside in unison.
They saw an old man in a black cloak slowly walking out of the boundless darkness.
His figure was frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him over, holding a cane in his hand. Each time it tapped the ground lightly, it seemed to strike right at everyone’s heart, causing an inexplicable palpitation.
His entire being emitted a cold and bone-chilling aura, like tangible frost.
Wherever he passed, it seemed as though the surrounding air froze, adding to the already extremely tense atmosphere a touch of eerie horror.
Qing Niao seemed to have realized something, the look of shock in her eyes growing stronger: "Yang Ji? It’s actually you?"
At the moment the name Yang Ji was heard.
Everyone present was as if struck by lightning, their bodies involuntarily jolted violently, a fear beyond words surging from the depths of their hearts.
As if a cold current to the bone, it rapidly ascended along their spines, almost causing their blood to freeze solid.
To them, this name was no ordinary symbol, it was like a brand etched deep into their hearts.
He once was an elder of the Poisonous Insect Sect, one of the Outer Eight Sects, holding a high position and profound knowledge in Gu Techniques, reaching the acme of perfection, unpredictable as gods and demons.
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Whether it was the horrifying Life-taking Gu Array or the mind-controlling Soul Capturing Gu Technique, all were mastered to perfection in his hands, and because of this, his infamy spread far and wide in the martial world, instilling fear in countless hearts.
However, the net of heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing through.
Yang Ji, for acting recklessly, had violated the strict laws of the Poisonous Insect Sect.
The crime he committed deserved death by the law.
The entire Poisonous Insect Sect acted in unison, fully determined to capture this traitor. A breathtaking battle erupted in the mysterious and dangerous lands of the Miao Border.
No one could have predicted that Yang Ji, with his exquisite and formidable Gu Techniques, could move as if in an uninhabited domain under heavy siege.
He forcibly fought his way out, creating a path of blood, and then, like dust vanishing into the vast sea, his trace was completely hidden, disappearing from people’s sight.
Even more unexpectedly, he appeared in Jizhou.
Even colluding and forming an alliance with Wu Yuanchun, being in a total state of complication.
This sudden turn of events cast the already intricate and perilous situation into even deeper darkness and despair.
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Intense fear swept over everyone like raging tides, wave after wave mercilessly engulfing and drowning them.
"I didn’t expect a little girl like you could actually call out my name!" Yang Ji’s hoarse laughter emanated from beneath the black cloak.
He slowly lifted his head, revealing an aged face. Deep within the hollows of his eye sockets flickered a profound and icy light, giving off a bone-chilling sense.
Yang Ji’s voice rose again, "Elder Wu, this girl is rather good-looking, I have decided to spare her life and use her body for cultivating Gu Insects."
Wu Yuanchun responded with a smile, "Since Brother Yang has taken a fancy to this woman, it’s only right for me to spare her life!"
Qing Niao was burning with rage, glowering at Yang Ji, "Everyone says you’re skilled at controlling Gu Insects; I’m curious to see the strength of your close-quarters combat."
As her words fell, she tightly gripped the Soft Sword in her hand and dashed towards Yang Ji with the ferocity of thunder that doesn’t allow one to cover their ears in time.
Although Yang Ji’s name was enough to strike terror in the hearts of those from the Outer Eight Sects, she would not sit idly by and wait for death.
Seeing Qing Niao pounce like a fierce tiger, Yang Ji remained calm and composed, with a hint of disdain flashing across his sunken eyes.
He slightly lifted the cane in his hand and gently tapped it on the ground once.
In an instant.
A dark, ghostly aura spread out from the tip of the cane in an instant, surging toward Qing Niao.
Within this aura seemed to be countless tiny Gu Insects writhing, emitting a scalp-tingling buzzing sound.
Qing Niao sensed danger and with a turn in mid-air, her Soft Sword swept out a cold light, attempting to disperse the eerie aura.
However, the dark aura, like a cunning serpent, bypassed the Soft Sword and continued to wrap around her.
Qing Niao was startled and with a light tap of her foot, she dodged to the side. At the same time, her Soft Sword twirled into a flurry, thrusting at Yang Ji’s throat with a stab both swift and fierce, bringing with it the howling sound of wind.
Yang Ji let out a cold snort. His body, ghost-like, drifted backward several feet, his speed not at all inferior to Qing Niao’s.
His withered lips slightly curled up, revealing a set of incomplete yellow teeth as he whispered an incantation.
Suddenly, a swarm of blood-red Gu Insects flew out from beneath his cloak, enveloping Qing Niao like a billowing red cloud.
These Gu Insects exuded a pungent smell of blood, clearly extremely poisonous.
Qing Niao’s expression turned grave, well aware of the potency of these Gu Insects.
She immediately employed the Suoming Sect’s ultimate technique, the "Spirit Wind Sword Technique." The Soft Sword in her hands created an impenetrable screen of light, blocking the Gu Insects.
Yet the number of Gu Insects was vast, relentlessly swarming her. Qing Niao gradually found it harder to keep up, sweat beads forming on her forehead.
At the moment Qing Niao was slightly distracted, a Gu Insect penetrated the sword screen, flying straight towards her face.
Unable to dodge in time, Qing Niao had no choice but to wrench her head to the side; the Gu Insect grazed her cheek, leaving behind a shallow cut.
Seeing this, Yang Ji revealed a lecherous smile, "Girl, you think you can contend with me? Just surrender quietly, and you can avoid the pain of flesh and blood."
"Otherwise, I’ll make sure to spank your little bottom!"
Murder gleamed in Qing Niao’s eyes as she was about to raise her sword to continue the attack.
But she discovered that her strength was sapped away as if drained, and she collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.
Clearly, she had been poisoned, incapacitated and unable to continue the fight!
Just then.
A resigned sigh came from Chen Nan, "It seems that Daoist must make a move now, alas!"
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