He waved the weapon in his hand and charged at King Mufa, but King Mufa easily blocked it and sent it back.
By this point, several disciples from the Yanluo Heavenly Sect had already died one after another. The remaining disciples were all badly injured, and the situation was extremely urgent.
“No, if we carry on like this, we will all die!”
The black-clothed woman thought to herself. She knew she had to find a way to turn things around.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered something.
She quickly pulled a black jade bottle from her bosom, uncorked it, and a sharp, stinging smell hit her face.
“Everyone, take care, this is poison mist!” King Mufa spotted the jade bottle in the black-clothed woman’s hand. He was shocked and quickly warned his men.
But it was too late. The black-clothed woman flung the poison mist from the bottle towards the people from the Evil Path Hall. The mist spread out at once and wrapped around them.
“Cough, cough…”
The people from the Evil Path Hall coughed non-stop from the choking mist. Their vision grew blurry too.
“Strike now, everyone, attack fast!”
The black-clothed woman shouted at the top of her voice. She swung her long whip and lunged at the people from the Evil Path Hall.
The disciples from the Yanluo Heavenly Sect and Chen Ping heard her call. They quickly raised their weapons and rushed at the people from the Evil Path Hall.
With the poison mist hiding them, they gained the advantage for a short while.
But King Mufa was strong, after all. He soon steadied his footing.
He swung his long sword. A fierce burst of sword energy cleared the poison mist. Then he flashed forward and struck at the black-clothed woman.
King Mufa’s sword sent the black-clothed woman flying. Her face turned very pale. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Now they had used every trick they had, but they were still no match for King Mufa right in front of them.
Chen Ping looked at the injured black-clothed woman. He felt a bit lost for words.
What was going on with this Yanluo Heavenly Sect?
They seemed so powerful, yet the team they sent to fetch him was not up to much.
More of them against fewer, and they still lost.
“Sorry, I could not protect you.”
The black-clothed woman looked at Chen Ping. She spoke with some shame.
“You lot should leave. These people are after me. I can deal with them myself.”
Chen Ping told the Yanluo Heavenly Sect people to go.
After all, the Evil Path Hall lot were targeting him. They would not block the Yanluo Heavenly Sect people.
“We will not go, not unless we die. Our task is to take you to the Ninth Heaven.”
The black-clothed woman shook her head.
“Sigh!” Chen Ping let out a sigh. “Then we can all wait to die together…”
King Mufa saw that Chen Ping and the others had stopped fighting back. He gave a cold laugh. “Chen Ping, if you call for the strong one behind you now, you can still live.”
“There is no one behind me!” Chen Ping shook his head.
“Rubbish. If there is no one behind you, how could you have killed our Evil Path Hall’s Grand Elder, and the Protector Heavenly Venerable too?”
King Mufa did not believe for a second that Chen Ping had no one behind him.
“If you do not believe me, then I have no way to change that. Now you can kill me.” Chen Ping even stuck his neck out towards him on purpose.
Seeing Chen Ping act so boldly, King Mufa felt a flicker of panic.
He stepped back two paces without thinking.
He had never met anyone who sought death so eagerly.
Did this fellow really have a very powerful backer? Was he not scared at all that he might kill him?
The black-clothed woman watched Chen Ping do this. Her face filled with doubt and confusion. Who offers their neck up to be cut like that?
Did this man have something wrong with his head?
“Will you kill me or not? If you will not, then I am off.” Chen Ping asked.
King Mufa clutched his sword tight. But he never dared to bring it down.
“Look at you, acting all cowardly. You do not dare kill me. So in future, stop bothering me!” Chen Ping mocked King Mufa with scorn.
Chen Ping only dared to act this way because he had made up his mind. Anyway, he was no match for King Mufa. It was better to take a gamble than to be beaten to death slowly.
He was betting that when his life hung in the balance, Mr. Shi would step in. He would never let anything happen to him.
If Mr. Shi did not show up, then one sword stroke to end it would be fine. At least it would be quick, far better than being battered to death inch by inch.
