Chapter 108

Before the words had even faded.

A tall, slender, and upright figure appeared silently at the edge of the peach grove not far away, like a ghost, as if he had been standing there all along, only unnoticed.

He wore a spotless white robe, a high crown of peculiar shape upon his head; though his face could be called handsome, a barely concealable sinister and evil air lingered between his brows, like a venomous sword drawn from its sheath, its sharp edge fully exposed.

It was none other than the master of the Western Regions' White Camel Shanzhuang, the one who roamed the Western Regions, shook the Central Plains with his might, and ranked among the Five Greats of the age: the "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng!

The moment he appeared, a chilling, domineering, and aggressively terrifying aura swept outward in all directions like a tangible tide!

Within that aura lingered faint, nauseating miasma, laden with deadly poison.

Everyone present felt waves of heart-pounding dread and unease; their breathing grew difficult!

Some servants of Taohuadao with slightly weaker cultivation base even felt dizzy and lightheaded, nearly vomiting.

The moment Northern Beggar Hong Hong Qigong saw Ouyang Feng, his face suddenly darkened, like storm clouds hanging overhead.

His eyes, which had previously held a hint of mockery and boldness, instantly turned extremely solemn, flashing with a sharpness like that of a hawk.

He could clearly sense that this old poison before him had further refined his Wu Gong since the last Duel at Mount Hua!

The chilling and domineering aura emanating from him was even more unfathomable and even more condensed!

Like an unparalleled deadly weapon ready to be drawn at any moment, it radiated a chilling sharpness that made men's hearts tremble!

Likely, his strength had already subtly surpassed his own, reaching an even higher level beyond the Grandmaster Realm, with only a hair's breadth separating him from the legendary Zhongdeda Sect realm!

"Ouyang Feng! You old poison, why don't you stay put in your White Camel Shanzhuang and come stir up trouble here on Donghai Taohuadao?!"

Hong Hong Qigong roared, his voice booming like a great bell, diluting the chilling aura emanating from Ouyang Feng by a fraction.

The strikes of his Beggar's Staff Technique in his hand grew even more fierce and swift, raising streaks of green staff-shadows that swept toward the Four Secret Agents grappling with him like a violent storm, attempting to break free from their entanglement as quickly as possible.

He knew that Ouyang Feng was ruthless, despicable, and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Since he had appeared here, he must have come for the illusory Nine Yin Manual!

Moreover, he was far more difficult to deal with and far more dangerous than Southern Murong Fu and the people of the Great Ming Hu Long Shanzhuang!

If he were to succeed, the consequences would be unthinkable!

Upon seeing Ouyang Feng's arrival, along with the countless snakes of various colors and forms, densely packed and surrounding the entire battlefield, Qu Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng, and others of Taohuadao...

Their faces turned as pale as paper, their eyes filled with barely concealable fear and despair!

The notorious name of Western Poison Ouyang Feng was thunderous throughout the Jianghu, capable of silencing children's night cries!

The heroes and good men who had died at his hands were beyond counting! Whenever his name was mentioned in the Jianghu, everyone turned pale at the mere thought!

Moreover, his peerless poison techniques and his bizarre methods of commanding venomous snakes were utterly unpredictable; once struck, even immortals could not save them!

Today, Taohuadao would truly face a great calamity! With the Master absent and the Acting Island Master in seclusion, how could they withstand such an unparalleled deadly figure?!

Even the Four Villains of Xixia Yipintang, who had previously been arrogant and flaunting their power...

... upon seeing Ouyang Feng and the sea of snakes surging like a tide across the mountains, showed deep apprehension on their faces and instinctively stepped back several paces.

Though they too were members of the Xie Sect, killing without mercy and with hands stained by the blood of the innocent...

... compared to a true warlord and giant like Western Poison Ouyang Feng, the supreme leader of the evil path, they still fell short by more than a tier.

They bitterly cursed inwardly: What beehive had they poked on Taohuadao today, to have attracted all these top-tier experts who were usually seen only by their heads or tails?!

The murky waters were growing deeper and deeper!

The Four Secret Agents of the Great Ming Hu Long Shanzhuang...

... now also had solemn expressions; they exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of difficulty in the other's eyes.

They had never expected that this journey to Taohuadao would involve so many top experts.

The appearance of Western Poison Ouyang Feng in particular filled them with immense pressure.

Though confident in their own strength, facing such a notorious veteran of the Five Greats, they dared not be the slightest bit careless.

The entire battlefield, due to Ouyang Feng's arrival, fell into an eerie silence.

Only the countless snakes, flicking their scarlet tongues, emitted a hair-raising "hiss-hiss" sound.

And the "whoosh-whoosh" of waves crashing against the rocks echoed through the night sky.

The air was thick with a suffocating tension.

Ouyang Feng paid no heed to the fearful or apprehensive gazes of the others.

His eyes, like those of a venomous snake, carrying a hint of mockery and cruelty, fell directly upon the old fool Zhou Botong, who was being besieged by Southern Murong Fu and four masked Grandmasters, looking somewhat disheveled yet still leaping about, refusing to yield.

In his eyes flashed an unhidden greed and fervor!

His hoarse and chilling voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable domineering threat:

"Zhou Botong, hand over the Nine Yin Manual!"

"I can, in consideration of your dead senior brother Wang Chongyang, guarantee your safe departure from Taohuadao today!"

"Otherwise, hmph, the taste of my Ten Thousand Snakes Array, and the treasure upon my Snake Staff, you probably won't want to try!"

He clearly knew that Zhou Botong harbored the secret of the Nine Yin Manual, and it was highly likely the complete version!

Though the old fool Zhou Botong was naturally playful and ignorant of worldly affairs, he was no fool.

He naturally recognized the white-robed, high-crowned figure before him, holding a snake staff and radiating chilling poison, as none other than Western Poison Ouyang Feng, who had once contested the Nine Yin Manual with his senior brother Wang Chongyang atop Mount Hua!

He pouted, made a grimace, wiped the dirt from his face, and shouted loudly:

"Pah! You old poison! You look like a White Ghost; you're obviously no good! Stop trying to scare me, the old fool!"

"I'm not afraid of your broken snake array! Those little snakes and insects of yours aren't even enough to fill my old fool's teeth!"