On this chilly night filled with murderous intent everywhere, Ling Yue holds her head high as she spread her feelers out for the distance.
Front, rear, left, and right, waves after waves of life force was quickly closing in on their location.
It appears the people of the Sha Sect are here.
âRed Thirteen, I didnât think you would be foolish enough to challenge me.â Just as Ling Yue finished retracting her feelers, a bat like figure quickly descends from above. It was the arrogant looking Yang Qing.
Originally the man was enjoying himself at the Green Moon Brothel, but as he was spending a good time with Wulei (Madam Lai) in the spa, an abrupt message from the Ghost Sect suddenly interrupted his good deed.
Naturally, the letter was sent by Ling Yue herself. The content was as follow: I, Red Thirteen, leader of the Ghost Sect, challenge you to a final showdown tonight.
The challenge itself didnât surprise Yang Qing at all, after all, it was just a matter of time before he too would try to crush the Ghost Sect. However, what did shock him was the name detailed on the slip. It was Red Thirteen, the very same one sought by Hong Fang after the encounter at the Treasure Cave.
Without so much as a thought due to the intense joy of finding his target, Yang Qing immediately accepted the challenge. Capturing the boy called Red Thirteen, crushing his biggest adversary the Ghost Sect, thatâs two birds with one stone! He be a fool not to take it.
At the same time as Yang Qingâs entry, thousands of disciples under the Sha Sectâs banner had also arrived at the scene. Their vast numbers literally blocking every exit possible on this street.
Itâs been more than a decade since this organization had set up shop in the capital. Whether it be numbers or familiarity with the terrain, the Sha Sect held all the cards here tonight. Well, or so it seems from the surface anyways.
âRed Thirteen, in your next life, know that there are people who you shouldnât and can never provoke. âThirsty for blood in his words, Yang Qing makes a wave to gesture his men to launch the attack. Like a looming cloud of darkness, a thousand knife bearing followers had all charged forward in unison.
âHo, then I will thank you for your advice.â Unlike her foeâs voice that was full of violence and rage, Ling Yueâs tone was rather calm and soothing like the graceful light shining from the moon.
However, not everyone was fooled by that attitude though. Yanche clearly sensed it, a very strong stench of bloodthirst was oozing out of his mistressâs body.
Sect Leader is madâ¦..
Just as the situation was looking bad for Ling Yueâs side â outnumbered ten to one â numerous clouds of purple fume came spewing out from various hidden pipes set here in secret.
Like a plague, the poisonous mist was able to quickly penetrate its intended targets. And due to how unprepared the Sha Sectâs disciples were, these victims only needed to inhale a hint of the poisonous smoke before their skins started to boil from within.
âPoison!â Once Yang Qing saw his men at the forefront dropping like fireflies, he immediately roared out for them to stop. Unfortunately for these men, the order came too late.
Due to the vast number of people he brought along, a chaotic stampede quickly ensued, causing those crammed in the middle to be trampled under their own allyâs feet from both the front and back. Just like that, over one-third of the Sha Sectâs men were killed in this first exchange.
âObey my command, use the Repellant Flames!â As a poison user himself, it didnât take long for Yang Qing to come back to his senses and to come up with a countermeasure.
Following their leaderâs order, tubes after tubes of bamboo containers were brought out and lit aflame, absolving the clouds of toxic fumes with those burning fireballs.
Watching the flaming scene from her post, Ling Yueâs face soon revealed a glint of dangerous: âYou people are asking for it.â
Following a wave of her hand, countless piercing objects could be heard slicing through the air. Before anyone could noticed, darts after darts of needles coated in poison had pierced into the Sha Sectâs people.
Normally such a tactic would be extremely difficult to carry out in this pitch black darkness. Fortunately for Ling Yue and her followers, due to the tubes of flaming fireballs used by Yang Qingâs people, they had indivertibly turned themselves and their comrades into moving targets. Easy prey for those hiding in ambush.
Watching the catastrophic mess unfolding before his very eyes, Yang Qing looked like he had seen a ghost. Merely two rounds, thatâs all! Thatâs all it took for nearly a thousand men to perish under the onslaught. For those lucky enough to survive till this point, they were all huddling together in fear, afraid a misstep would warrant their own life as the price.
âIt looks like Iâve underestimated the Ghost Sect. To think your side also have a poison master. No matter, I will give you the honor of facing me in person.â At that, Yang Qingâs eye quickly honed in on Ling Yueâs body, turning sharp like that of a snake aiming for its prey.
It never once occurred to this lecherous man that he would one day be forced into a corner by someone so young, but that didnât matter, he had full confidence in his own ability than to rely on his useless subordinates.
Following a strange sound emitted from his sleeve, Yang Qingâs fingertips quickly turned razor sharp like that of a beastâs claw. What differed here though was the strange glint of green oozing from his hand. Itâs very foul in nature that left no question about its dangerous nature. This would be Yang Qingâs iconic artifact, the Hundred Poison Claw.
As per its name, once the victim comes into contact with those claws, even a scratch will do, the toxin from the weapon will quickly seep into the foeâs bloodstream and travel into the organs.
If Yang Qing wasnât such a capable poison user, he wouldâve most certainly perished under Yancheâs ambush from last time.
Despite the enormous amount of killing intent shooting her way, Ling Yue was surprisingly calm here. In fact, she was making a mocking sneer like sheâs got him around her fingers.
But that didnât stand for everyone though. In one somersault, Yanche had shot himself over to make a bone crunching strike with his fist.
After the previous encounter, Yang Qing knew very well this strange person wasnât a practitioner like himself; instead, the boy had a shocking level of brute strength. To fight such a man was more like fighting a lump of moving iron than a human.
âYou impudent brat, I will show you what it means to mess with my Hundred Poison Claw.â Showing a sinister smile, Yang Qing met his foeâs attack head on.
He had intended to use this opportunity to let Yanche taste his poison since the boy was foolish enough to fight him in a melee, but the expected scene never came.
âHow?â
Before the devious man could come to terms with his failure, a terrible bone cracking sound had knocked him back to his senses. It was his chest, Yancheâs punch had landed directly into his chest area, thus shattering his rib cage in the process.
âYang Qing, are you wondering why your poison claw isnât working?â This voice belonged to a female, but unlike the soft tender vocal expected of the female sex, this was cruel and bone chilling.
From behind the crowd making up the Ghost Sectâs side, Madam Lai slowly stepped forward after an opening was made for her.
âWulei, itâs youâ¦â