Chapter 107

Although Hong Qigong's Wu Gong was unmatched, fighting four opponents at once, he still did not fall behind.

But the Four Great Secret Agents of Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow were no pushovers; their combined attack technique was incredibly exquisite and immensely powerful.

Plus, there was Southern Murong Fu watching hungrily from the side, launching sneak attacks from time to time.

For a moment, even as strong as Hong Qigong, he was tightly entangled by them, unable to break free.

The scene became even more chaotic!

The people of Taohuadao, Xixia Yipintang, the Southern Murong clan of Jiangnan, and the Great Ming's Hulong Shanzhuang!

Forces from all sides gathered here, fighting fiercely for their own purposes!

The entire Taohuadao seemed to have turned into a giant meat grinder!

In the shadows, Huang Rong by the water pool was already so terrified her face had turned deathly pale.

She tightly gripped Brother Ning Chuan's scales, asking him urgently with her eyes whether he should intervene to help.

Brother Ning Chuan merely shook his head slightly, signaling her to be patient.

In his pale golden dragon eyes, deep and cold light flickered.

As if waiting for something.

Now was not yet the time for him to act.

Because he could feel that, in the shadows, someone else had not yet emerged!

Just then!

Suddenly!

From the surrounding peach forest, a series of hair-raising "hiss" sounds rang out!

Immediately, colorful snakes of various shapes, like a tide, surged out from all directions!

Dense and countless!

Surrounding the entire battlefield!

In the air, a nauseating stench also spread!

"Heh heh heh heh..."

That cold and hoarse strange laughter was like a snake hissing in one's ear, or a night owl crying on a grave.

It echoed endlessly in the silent night sky, clearly entering everyone's ears, making people shudder with fear and their scalps crawl, as if invisible cold air was climbing up the spine.

Accompanying that strange laughter came a thick, undissolvable stench, making people nauseous.

And the dense, tide-like "hiss" sounds, as if thousands of snakes were secretly watching from the shadows, waiting to bite and devour.

"Old beggar, your Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms, though fierce and unparalleled in power, but this Beggar-Suppressing Staff Technique, you have regressed with age, losing its agility and gaining a bit of old-age gloom!"

"Unable to even handle a few unwashed brats, truly shaming your Gai Gang's centuries-long heritage! If your dead master knew this from the netherworld, he would probably be so angry he'd rise from the dead!"

Hearing this voice, everyone present, except Brother Ning Chuan, had their faces change wildly again!

A name that made people shudder with fear simultaneously rose in their minds!

The Western Poison!

Ouyang Feng!