149: Chapter 149 Zhang Qing?

His fist, glowing with a faint golden light, smashed unceremoniously toward its jaw.

Seeing this, a fierce light flared in the Serpent-man Evil Spirit's eyes.

It violently whipped its thick snake tail, which had already regrown half of its flesh.

Like a steel whip, it lashed toward Chen Shanzhi's waist with a terrifying sound of breaking air!

At that moment, a water-blue figure flitted past like a gentle breeze.

Ouyang Wanqing's longsword tilted upward, its blade tracing an exquisite arc in mid-air, precisely striking the power point of the snake tail.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew as the blade was bent into the shape of a crescent moon by the shock, but more than half of the tail's force was neutralized.

Chen Shanzhi naturally extended his left hand, grabbing Ouyang Wanqing's slender waist and pulling her into his embrace.

*Thud!*

Ouyang Wanqing's soft back crashed heavily against Chen Shanzhi's solid chest.

The two of them rotated half a circle in perfect harmony, using the momentum to avoid the tail's remaining force.

"Be careful, this beast has thick skin and tough flesh."

Chen Shanzhi leaned close to her ear and blew a light, warm breath.

The tips of Ouyang Wanqing's ears turned red, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason, yet her movements did not slow down in the slightest.

Using Chen Shanzhi's embrace as a support point, she pushed off with her long legs, her entire being resembling a flood dragon emerging from the water.

Her longsword followed the momentum, tracing a tricky sword flower that bloomed directly on the Serpent-man Evil Spirit's arm!

With a metallic clink, a tiny crack appeared on the skeleton of the snake-man's arm.

"Nicely done!"

Chen Shanzhi released Ouyang Wanqing's slender waist and threw another punch!

Shen Lingfu reacted just as quickly, her daggers flashing as she instantly blocked the snake-man's retreat.

The four great guards charged forward with loud shouts, looking exactly like street thugs engaged in a group brawl.

Forced into a corner with no escape, the Serpent-man Evil Spirit could only let out an angry hiss.

It braced itself and swung its claws, which had only partially regrown flesh, engaging everyone in close-quarters combat.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Qi surged and sparks flew in all directions.

Without the support of the black mist, the Serpent-man Evil Spirit felt incredibly stifled.

It was best at hiding in the black mist to launch ambushes and fire cold arrows.

Now that it was forced to fight in the open under the light, many of its strange Spells were weakened by more than half.

Facing this group of ruthless people who cooperated seamlessly and possessed explosive combat power, it was actually being beaten back step by step.

Chen Shanzhi's fists were too heavy; every punch carried armor-piercing Extreme Yang True Essence. When they hit its body, they caused the newly grown flesh to sizzle and pop.

Ouyang Wanqing's Sword Qi was even more cunning, specifically targeting the gaps in its bone structure.

Shen Lingfu was like a ghost, her daggers never straying from its eyes and throat.

After only a few Moves, the Serpent-man Evil Spirit was covered in over a dozen deep wounds that exposed its bones, looking extremely pathetic.

"Ants! This seat wants you dead!"

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit roared, tanking a punch from Chen Shanzhi to forcibly pull back half a step.

Its claws frantically formed seals in front of its chest, and two beams of eerie red light shot out from its crimson vertical pupils.

"Blood Slave Weakening Grand Art!"

An incredibly strange red light instantly spread out like a ripple, directly enveloping Chen Shanzhi and the others!

This Spell was specifically designed to suppress and weaken those of the Human Race who had stepped onto the path of immortal cultivation.

Once hit, one's blood and Qi would flow backward, and True Essence would dissipate, leaving them at its mercy.

Thinking of this, a cruel sneer curled on the Serpent-man Evil Spirit's lips.

However, in the next second...

Its smile froze on its face.

Enveloped by the red light, Chen Shanzhi not only didn't stop, but instead took advantage of the opening while it was casting the Spell to kick it hard in the chest!

*Bang!*

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit was kicked flying, rolling seven or eight times on the ground before stabilizing itself; two of the bones in its chest were broken.

"What are you trying to pull here?" Chen Shanzhi shook his numbed leg, his face full of mockery. "Do you think I was born yesterday?"

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit stared fixedly at Chen Shanzhi, a solemn expression finally appearing in its eyes.

It was useless; its Spell actually had no effect!

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit had now completely realized the situation.

This group of humans with incredibly vigorous blood and Qi were not following the path of immortal cultivation at all.

These people were like those rats who dared to claim they were cultivating the Martial Dao.

Since the Serpent-man Evil Spirit's strike failed, it suffered the consequences instead.

As the battle continued, the small amount of blood and Qi that the Serpent-man Evil Spirit had just refined began to be consumed rapidly.

It had only just awakened and was extremely weak.

Now being ganged up on, its movements visibly began to slow down.

Its defensive actions also became increasingly sluggish.

Chen Shanzhi keenly captured this point.

"It's almost finished! Work harder and send it back to meet its ancestors!"

Chen Shanzhi laughed loudly, the golden light on his fists growing even brighter.

Ouyang Wanqing and Shen Lingfu's spirits were also greatly lifted, and their Moves became even more sharp.

The group was like a pack of sharks that had smelled blood, launching an incredibly violent offensive against the visibly exhausted Serpent-man Evil Spirit.

...

Meanwhile, in front of the dungeon gates.

Jiang Feiyu was leaning quietly against the cold wall.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her brow furrowing and relaxing at intervals.

The 'Heaven-Swallowing Creation Art' was operating frantically within her body, like a giant millstone, refining the massive mass of black mist in her stomach bit by bit.

Zhao Er and Murong Yun stood to her left and right, guarding her like two door gods.

The night wind blew past, carrying the sounds of the fierce fighting and the roar of True Essence explosions from the square.

Hearing the continuous explosions, Murong Yun felt a slight sense of relief in his heart.

He hung the flask of wine in his hand back at his waist, patted his chest, and smiled: "Listening to this commotion, it seems Brother Chen and the others have found that monster."

"Without that disgusting black mist, with the three geniuses—Brother Chen and the girls—plus four Xuanguan Peak experts..."

"Solving this Profound Gate Realm monster shouldn't be a problem anymore."

"I expect it won't be long before they manage to kill it."

The usually taciturn Zhao Er spoke up at this moment, which was rare for him.

His hands gripped the hilt of his saber tightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a hawk, his voice low:

"Young Master Murong, the Heir apparent instructed before leaving that we must stay here even if the sky falls."

"Even if they have the upper hand over there, we must never let our guard down."

"Shi Village is full of filth; no one can guarantee there aren't other fish that escaped the net hiding in the shadows."

Hearing this, Murong Yun also put away his playful smile.

He nodded, drew the longsword from his waist, and said seriously:

"You're right. Although I usually like a drink or two, I keep my word when I promise Brother Chen something!"

Murong Yun glanced at Jiang Feiyu leaning against the wall, his gaze firm:

"Today, if anyone dares to come here looking for trouble, they'll have to answer to the sword in my hand first!"

Just as the two finished speaking...

A faint 'shasha' sound of footsteps suddenly came from the alleyway not far ahead.

Both of them tensed up instantly, their gazes piercing toward the small alley like sharp swords.

Under the pale moonlight...

A slender figure slowly walked out from the shadows of the alley.

When the person was completely exposed to the moonlight...

Zhao Er looked closely; he knew this person!

It was Zhang Qing, the one who had seen through their disguised identities at a single glance!

But as he felt the aura emanating from Zhang Qing, his always cold face instantly became solemn.