Chapter 1267: Slaying Invaders Amidst Gossip Mist, Defending Mountains and Rivers with Thousand-Pound Palms (Part 2)

He looked at the formation set by the enemies and thought to himself: This Beidou formation is both offensive and defensive, if they lock my position, I’m afraid the situation will be grim.

Shan Zhi’s plum blossom dart was already clasped between his fingers, yet he hesitated to release it—amidst this mist, the accuracy of hidden weapons was reduced by at least seventy percent.

Bai Zhi’s jade-like hands trembled lightly as she took out twelve Golden Needles from her bosom. She looked at the overwhelming poison mist, biting her lip: Though Miaojiang’s gu techniques can counter poison, the ninja’s smallpox virus is extremely sinister, a slight mistake could lead to eternal damnation.

Thinking of this, she covertly hid an antidote gu insect under her tongue, ready to fight with her life. Fuma Xiaoyezi emerged from the mist, her face faintly revealing skeletal whiteness beneath the human skin mask.

“Shi Feiyang, do you think killing my duplicate allows you to escape?” Her voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, “Look at the tides of Eight Diagram Island, in half an hour, you’ll be trapped here forever!”

Shi Feiyang’s body radiated with Liuli-colored brilliance, yet his mind became increasingly calm. He secretly calculated the tidal patterns and glanced at the weak point of the enemy’s formation, suddenly calling out loudly: “Bai Zhi, use your Golden Silkworm Gu to disrupt their breathing rhythm! Shi Xiong, break the formation while I disengage!” Saying this, he performed “Dragon’s Seven Steps”, deliberately exposing a weakness on his left flank.

Sure enough, two ninjas suddenly sprang out, their short blades directly targeting his vital points.

Shi Feiyang sneered inwardly, waiting until the blade was three inches away from him, when the whirlpool suction of Bright Jade Technique abruptly activated.

The two ninjas seemed to be dragged by a giant hand, startlingly crashing into each other, the sound of their skulls shattering particularly jarring in the mist.

However, Shi Feiyang dared not relax even a bit, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the ninja leader in the center of the array forming seals, knowing this would be the deadly strike.

Bai Zhi took a deep breath and scattered twelve Golden Silkworm Gu insects.

The gu insects turned into green light, drilling into the fog, soon followed by the sound of ninjas coughing repeatedly.

“A great opportunity!” Shi Xiong’s eyes shone with brilliance as the White Rainbow Treasure Sword weaved out thirteen sword flowers, piercing straight into the center of the formation.

Shan Zhi also held nothing back, releasing plum blossom darts like a sky full of chilly stars, sealing the enemy’s retreat.

Shi Feiyang’s hands turned into blades, performing a move from Hundred Victories Saber Technique called “Golden Dragon Coils Claws”. Amidst the golden blade aura, he swiftly calculated in his mind: these ninjas are clearly specially trained, each of their moves targets the vital points, surely directed by an expert.

Just as he was pondering, a beam of pink light brushed past his ear—it was Fuma Xiaoyezi’s smallpox poison blade!

“Tricks of the trade!” Shi Feiyang spun to avoid it, yet he saw the poison blade abruptly return in mid-air. Cold sweat slid down his spine, realizing this was not ordinary Blade Return Technique, but Japan’s ninjutsu “Soul Chasing Guide”!

At a critical juncture, he activated Bright Jade Technique to “Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison”, the surrounding chill condensing into an ice shield, trapping the poison blade tightly.

At the moment the poison blade shattered, Shi Feiyang let out a loud shout: “Break!” Hundred Victories Saber Technique fused with ice soul chill, forming a golden ice dragon surging straight toward the core of the Beidou formation. The ninja leader’s face changed drastically, attempting to form seals for defense, but was flustered by Shi Xiong’s White Rainbow Sword.

Shan Zhi seized the chance and threw three poisoned plum blossom darts, piercing the vital acupoints in the shoulder and neck.

With the leader falling to the ground, the Beidou formation instantly crumbled and disintegrated.

Just as the residual ice hadn’t dispersed, new danger approached. Thirty-six ninjas formed the Beidou formation and suddenly reversed it, the ninja leader at the core rapidly fluttered his hands like butterfly wings, twelve black chains shot out from his sleeves, the hooks at the ends gleaming with eerie blue poison light.

“Soul-locking Rope!” Following a hoarse shout, the chains interwove into a net, enveloping Shi Feiyang’s face with a foul wind.

Shi Feiyang touched his toes to the ground and flipped up, operating Bright Jade Technique, his skin nearly transparent, like an ice sculpture shrouded in cold mist.

Just as he avoided the chains, ninjas on either side drew near with weird footwork, their hands forming cross with kunai aiming.

The ninja on the left slid along the ground like a cat, his right hand’s kunai targeting the undercarriage, left hand secretly holding a smoke bomb in his palm; the ninja on the right leaped high, aiming the spike bound to his knee at a vital point on Shi Feiyang’s neck.

“Well done!” Shi Feiyang spun and kicked out an Ice Soul Leg, the fierce cold instantly forming a spider-web-like ice pattern on the ground.

The two ninjas hurriedly retreated, yet saw the ice pattern spreading like a living thing, entwining their ankles in the blink of an eye. They exchanged a glance, swiftly swung blades to sever their frozen calves, the limbs dropped to the ground without shedding a single drop of blood—it turned out they had used Secret Technique to seal the blood vessels.

Shi Xiong weaved out sword flowers with the White Rainbow Sword, currently in skirmish with four ninjas forming an array.

The leading one-eyed ninja was ruthless with his blade technique, the serrated saber in his hand creating a piercing whistling sound with every swing.

Suddenly abandoning the blade, he drew out a Nine-Section Steel Whip from his waist, the whip tip’s triangular barbs precisely pointing at Shi Xiong’s chest acupoint.

The other three seized the chance to throw iron caltrops, which exploded mid-air releasing choking lime powder.

Shan Zhi, amidst the pervasive smoke and dust, threw a plum blossom dart, its tail’s red line winding around a ninja’s wrist like a Spiritual Snake.

The ninja sneered viciously, forcibly tearing off his own arm, a mass of poison mist erupting from the break.

In the poison mist, his figure bizarrely split into three, the kunai in his hands turned into cold beams, stabbing towards Shan Zhi’s throat from different directions.

Bai Zhi’s jade-like hands danced, summoning gu insects clashing with the poison mist the ninjas released, setting off tremendous roars.

Suddenly, three ninjas, using the cover of the poison mist, sped along the ground like lizards.

They aimed bamboo tubes at Bai Zhi, spraying steel balls covered with mucus.

Bai Zhi’s toes touched the ground as she leaped into the air, and the silver decorations in her hair suddenly shot out several fine needles—the deadly move “Sealing the Throat upon Seeing Blood” from Miaojiang.