123: Chapter 123 The mantis stalks the cicada...

Hearing Liu Biao's question, which was full of anticipation and curiosity, Qin Feng, who was using the pseudonym "Yang Fan," stood quietly in place.

A trace of imperceptible mockery flashed through his deep black eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He smiled but did not directly answer the other party's question about the poison.

He simply took a half-step back, assuming a humble and fearful posture, and replied with a sincere tone: "Two big brothers, now is not the time to talk; long nights bring many dreams. Both of your cultivation and strength are far superior to this little brother's, so it is better to first take down this bitch!"

"My cultivation is low, so I won't go up there and cause trouble for you two big brothers. I will keep watch on the periphery for you and will never let her have any chance to escape!"

After saying this, Qin Feng did not give Ma Gan and Liu Biao any chance to continue questioning him.

The Chaos Art within his body quietly circulated, and his True Origin gathered like a trickling stream into the Meridians of his legs.

"Swish!"

Without any violent preparatory movements, he immediately used Ghost Wind-Stepping. His entire figure seemed to suddenly lose its physical weight, transforming into a ghost blending into the shadows.

Amidst a faint sound of breaking air, he retreated rapidly toward the dense forest behind him with an eerie and elegant posture. In the blink of an eye, he had opened up a safe distance of several dozen zhang, completely exiting the center of the battle circle and leaving the vast battlefield entirely to the three people before him.

Seeing Qin Feng's "sensible" and "cowardly" actions, Ma Gan and Liu Biao exchanged a glance. Not only did they not harbor the slightest suspicion, but a flash of triumphant ecstasy simultaneously crossed their eyes.

In their view, this mere kid at the Second Level of Qi Refining not only had the means to ambush Mu Siyao, but was also extremely sensible.

He knew to proactively retreat at the critical moment of dividing the spoils, not competing with them for the primary credit.

Once they dealt with this vixen later, the two brothers would naturally be able to keep the lion's share for themselves.

"Brother Yang, just hide further away and watch; the two of us are more than enough!"

Liu Biao's fleshy face trembled violently with excitement. He turned his head abruptly, his inverted triangular eyes shooting out undisguised lewdness and brutality as he stared fixedly at Mu Siyao, who was already trapped in a desperate situation.

"Mu Siyao, you shameless bitch! When you were playing us brothers for fools, weren't you very imposing?!"

Liu Biao took a heavy step forward, raising the nine-ringed machete in his hand, which weighed hundreds of catties, high into the air. The clashing of the blade rings emitted a hair-raising "clatter" sound: "Today, not only will I make you spit out the one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones you swallowed, with interest, but I will also make you properly taste what it means to be unable to live or die in this desolate wilderness!"

On the other side, Ma Gan also let out an insidious sneer.

His gaunt frame was slightly hunched, his ten fingers curled into claws like withered bones, and his fingertips spat out a murky green, foul-smelling Protective Aura, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike and tear out the prey's throat at any moment.

"Stop wasting words with her; break her limbs first and cripple her cultivation. I want to hear her desperate screams!"

Listening to the two men's unscrupulous obscenities, where was the arrogant, high-and-mighty, bossy demeanor Mu Siyao had before?

Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, and her beautiful face was already pale as paper.

Just now, Qin Feng had scattered gray-white powder directly onto her face. Although she had held her breath and used her True Origin to shake off the dust at the first opportunity, the extreme psychological panic gripped her nerves like a nightmare!

In a place like the Hehuan Sect, which devoured people without spitting out the bones, who didn't know how sinister and terrifying those endless array of poisons were?

The sudden turn of events left Mu Siyao burning with anxiety, her brain in a state of chaos.

The other two, however, were not prepared to give her any time to react. "Boom!"

Liu Biao let out a beast-like roar, his violent Qi Refining Level 5 True Origin exploding forth.

He gripped the handle of the blade with both hands and leaped into the air. The nine-ringed machete transformed into a terrifying blade gleam, a zhang long and carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, slashing down fiercely toward the top of Mu Siyao's head.

"If you want my life, you'll have to be buried with me!!!"

In the flash of an instant, Mu Siyao let out a hysterical scream, knowing that she was in a dead end with nowhere to retreat. If she fell into the hands of these two beasts, the outcome would be a hundred times more miserable than death.

The ruthlessness and madness in her bones were completely ignited in this desperate situation.

"Water Cold Ice Sword — Sky Full of Flying Snow!"

She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely and spat a mouthful of vital blood directly onto the long sword in her hand, forcibly squeezing the last remaining True Origin in her Dantian.

The long sword twirled in mid-air, blooming into a gorgeous and deadly blood-colored sword flower!

In an instant, the temperature of the already chilly surrounding air plummeted once more.

Countless sharp ice spikes condensed from Sword Qi swept wildly toward Liu Biao's blade gleam like a violent storm.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The deafening sound of metal clashing exploded wildly on the outskirts of the Black Wind Mountain Range, sparks flying everywhere.

The violent waves of True Origin transformed into tangible ripples, slicing giant trees several people thick in half, one after another. Wood chips and fallen leaves danced wildly in the gale.

Immediately, the two men and Mu Siyao engaged in the most tragic and bloody battle of life and death!

Every move was lethal, with no reservations; it was a style of fighting that completely traded life for life!

Liu Biao met the Sword Qi head-on. Although his machete was heavy and powerful, the Sword Intent that Mu Siyao unleashed in her desperate struggle still left crisscrossing bloody gashes on Liu Biao's chest and arms, and blood instantly stained his clothes red.

Ma Gan, relying on his eerie movement technique, was like a rat in a sewer, constantly circling to the side and rear of Mu Siyao to search for flaws.

"Rip!" A teeth-aching sound of tearing cloth rang out abruptly.

In the moment she blocked Liu Biao's heavy slash, Mu Siyao failed to dodge in time, and her back was fiercely grazed by Ma Gan's poisonous claws!

Her already damaged tight leather armor was instantly torn apart, leaving three terrifying bloody gashes that reached the bone on her snow-white, delicate skin. The murky green poison gas frantically eroded her flesh through the wounds, and blood immediately gushed out like a fountain.

"Ah! Ma Gan, I want your life!"

The piercing pain from her back made Mu Siyao let out a shrill scream. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she recklessly struck back with an extremely tricky backhanded sword strike.

"Puchi!" The sharp blade was like a bolt of lightning, piercing directly through Ma Gan's left shoulder.

"Ugh, ah!" Ma Gan clutched his spurting shoulder and stumbled back several steps. His originally sinister face was filled with unbearable pain and ferocity, and half of his body was instantly numbed by the Sword Qi of cold ice.

"Bitch, you still dare to resist when death is at your doorstep!"

Taking advantage of the fatal gap where Mu Siyao's old strength had been exhausted and her new strength had yet to arise, Liu Biao swung his machete with a shrill whistling wind, slashing fiercely toward her slender waist.

"Bang!" Although Mu Siyao barely managed to block with her sword horizontally, the violent brute force still slammed into her chest like a ten-thousand-jun heavy hammer.

Her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a moss-covered boulder. With a "wa," she spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, staining a large portion of her chest clothes red.

The battle between the two sides had completely entered a white-hot, tragic stage, with everyone frantically overdrawing their vitality; both sides were fighting to a state of mutual destruction.

The forest was filled with a nauseating, thick stench of blood.

Liu Biao's thigh was pierced by an ice spike, causing him to limp as he walked; half of Ma Gan's shoulder was almost crippled, greatly reducing the power of his poisonous claws; and Mu Siyao was in an even more miserable state, her entire body covered in deep, bone-visible knife wounds and scratches. Her originally seductive body was now like a broken blood gourd, and even standing appeared precarious.

"We cannot drag this out any longer; this bitch is struggling on her deathbed—let's risk it all with her!"

Ma Gan spat out a mouthful of blood foam, a flash of resolute madness in his eyes.

Liu Biao also roared repeatedly, frantically pouring all the remaining True Origin in his body into the nine-ringed machete.

Facing the final, life-risking strike from the two men, Mu Siyao smiled miserably, her eyes revealing a madness to perish together.

"Then let's go to Hell together!!!"

The final strike, with each person's ultimate move, collided violently in the small clearing like three meteorites. "Boom—!!!"