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(Request Follow Reading or2)","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-31",31,"\u003Cp>In the mountain hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black eagle circled overhead, its sharp eyes like a death warrant, locking onto the four figures below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wilds were silent, save for the rustle of autumn winds sweeping fallen leaves and the gentle murmur of flowing water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the deathly stillness, He Can carefully observed every whisper of wind and stir of grass in the wilds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ming removed the sack from the puppet’s shoulder and walked slowly toward the corpse pit; inside was an extremely corrosive poison, enough to dissolve all the corpses and erode the stone walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, before the two had taken more than a few steps, a disturbance in qi suddenly erupted from behind the shrubs on the western slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Can and Lu Ming turned almost simultaneously, staring at the rustling, withered shrubs—only to find thick toxic mist seeping from their surfaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist was ink-green; leaves and vines that touched it withered instantly, turning black and charred, clearly laced with potent poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the mist obscured the shrubs, a figure emerged from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog blocked vision, but faintly they saw the figure clad in a skirt, spinning in place as her sleeves flared wide, her whole body nearly transforming into a top:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu, hu~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same instant, a chilling wind surged across the slope; the toxic mist pouring from the figure’s sleeves coalesced into two emerald venomous serpents, spiraling outward and instantly engulfing a radius of over ten zhang—seen from afar, it resembled a rapidly expanding typhoon’s eye!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hundred Ghosts Bring Plague?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Can’s eyes widened in shock—he knew someone had beaten them to it, expecting a master from Zihui Mountain or a retainer of the Wang Fu, but he never imagined he’d witness the pinnacle technique of the Poison Cult!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Poison Cult of the Witch Religion, though weak in direct combat, possessed unrivaled area-denial power; “Hundred Ghosts Bring Plague” was its supreme technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ming realized the situation had spiraled beyond expectation and swiftly retreated, shouting loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, hold on! We’re allies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Can also called out sharply:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, the poison witch on the slope, having chosen to strike, would leave no room for mercy; barely had the words fallen when the green mist surged into a tidal wave, sweeping down with the wind to crush the entire hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the opponent, despite being of the same path, showed not an ounce of courtesy, Lu Ming immediately slid a bone flute from his sleeve:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiu~~ Dudu~…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the sound rang out, sand and dust erupted from both sides of the pond, followed by a thunderous explosion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two motionless figures in cloaks, without warning, leapt forward with the speed of thunder; the one on the right crossed his arms mid-air, gripping the hilt of his waist blade:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the blades drew, twin brilliant silver edges shot forth, cleaving through the toxic mist and striking straight toward the poison master on the slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The left puppet, meanwhile, drew its three-foot sword and attacked the flank with thunderous speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppets had no consciousness; their every move was controlled by the witch. Though the toxic mist obscured vision, the blurred shapes within still allowed them to lock onto the poison master’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lu Ming hadn’t anticipated that the moment the two puppets charged into the mist, a vortex suddenly erupted from its side:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid a terrifying rush of wind, a dark shadow surged toward him like a demon from smoke!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ming’s face turned ashen; he instantly altered the flute’s tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dudu—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan, using the toxic mist as cover, slipped silently downstream to the brook; the instant the two puppets moved, he unleashed a full-power ambush, aiming to slay the witch from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the puppets’ reaction speed was inhuman: the double-blade puppet, moments ago charging up the slope, turned at a perfect right angle the instant the flute tone changed, without pause, slashing diagonally with its twin sharp silver blades!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his flanking opportunity vanish, Xie Jinhuan didn’t retreat—he planted his feet and charged head-on:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion shattered the sandy ground into a circular crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tian Gang Iron Club, dragging a storm of toxic mist, reached the double-blade puppet in an instant; the iron club slipped between the twin blades and struck the chest with pinpoint accuracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pong—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the puppet’s chest burst open, revealing black, leather-like flesh densely covered in intricate talismanic script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy club pierced two inches into the chest—but met resistance like iron or petrified wood, unable to pierce further; the residual force, however, hurled the puppet out of the mist, slamming it directly before the pond’s broken edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer force of the impact startled both witches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But puppets were meant to take blows; Lu Ming showed no hesitation and immediately commanded them forward to encircle again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan, having repelled one enemy, hadn’t advanced more than a few zhang when the other puppet blocked his path with a three-foot blade, thrusting forward and instantly summoning a hundred sword shadows:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sa sa sa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding ding ding ding…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan parried with his club; sparks flew wildly within the toxic mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Xie Jinhuan’s martial foundation, killing this man would take but one move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But puppets were clearly not men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword puppet refused to engage in technique or care for injury or death—it only struck with terrifying speed, each thrust aimed straight at vital points!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The double-blade puppet, though struck hard on the chest, wasn’t destroyed; the moment it hit the ground, it sprang back up, swinging its twin blades wildly, each strike forcing Xie Jinhuan to defend, forming a pincer stance with the sword puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three blades clashed midair; in the blink of an eye, Xie Jinhuan left multiple fatal wounds on the puppets’ necks and hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the puppets pressed forward like an unceasing tide, not a drop of blood spilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan now understood why one couldn’t take puppets seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, he should have avoided their sharp edge, circling around to strike from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xie Jinhuan refused to yield; realizing targeting acupoints was useless, he drew his Zheng Lun Sword with his left hand, wielding both blades to slash and strike at joints and tendons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding ding ding…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Lu Ming held off the martial artist’s close-range assault, He Can had planned to ambush the poison master within the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither had expected the two puppets couldn’t even contain this martial artist—within moments, the sword puppet’s tendons were severed, its blade clattering to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the tide turn, He Can instantly spun his black umbrella overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the umbrella spun, black mist spread from its rim; on its pitch-black surface appeared three white ghostly faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling aura of ghosts surged through the hollow, dimming even the autumn light, as if invisible entities drifted through heaven and earth, turning the hollow into a hell of ten thousand wailing spirits:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah—!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, before the three minor ghosts could act, a piercing electric screech erupted from within the mist:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ci la la—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was so shrill it resembled a hundred birds singing in unison; a small patch of dark mist flickered violently, glowing pale blue-white!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zheng Lun Sword was Zihui Mountain’s divine weapon, specialized in subduing demons and expelling evil!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan had tried channeling his own crude thunder art through the Zheng Lun Sword—and found the amplification astonishing; he’d turned a few feeble sparks into a dense net of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it lasted only an instant, the flash of thunder erased all the sinister ghostly aura from the hollow; even the autumn light grew warm again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Can, commanding his ghost umbrella, found it now useless as a burning stick; his eyes filled with incomprehensible shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost witches, as the name implies, control malevolent spirits to harm others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The minor ghosts, terrified, dared not surface; the witch became a commander without troops—his umbrella, once a weapon, now served only to shield from rain and sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a thing was normally impossible; his umbrella was no low-grade artifact, and artifacts capable of suppressing it so utterly were exceedingly rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he faced it—he realized he could not unleash his full power, and without hesitation, he retreated:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fall back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Lin Wanyi on the slope, seeing the sheer dominance of Xie Jinhuan’s sword, felt her own shock and doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had no time to ponder; with such a divine artifact in his hands, killing these two allies was like playing—she simply kept pushing the toxic mist toward Lu Ming, the last standing opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ming, unable to contain Xie Jinhuan even with both puppets, realized the man carried a high-grade exorcism artifact—he understood this battle was hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the towering toxic mist descend upon him with no escape, Lu Ming flung his sleeves, releasing several round spheres into the mist toward the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiu xiu xiu—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pong pong…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spheres flew like shuttles, exploding on contact with the emerald mist, unfolding into vast, sticky nets that blanketed the sky, leaving no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi, a poison master whose strength lay in covert poisoning, had little direct combat ability; seeing the nets hurtling toward her, she instantly dodged behind a pine tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the nets, upon striking the trunk, recoiled instantly and wrapped her up like a caterpillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shua~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan, as a martial artist, possessed far greater explosive power; he leapt forward with a club strike and a kick, hurling the two battered puppets into the nets, then darted left and right in rapid succession, slipping cleanly through the gaps between the nets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the two fleeing, their distance now great, Xie Jinhuan didn’t hesitate—he leapt sideways, adjusted his angle, raised the Tian Gang Iron Club, muscles bulging, qi surging like a storm-tossed sea, and hurled it with all his might:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I throw your old mother—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous explosion, the Tian Gang Iron Club, wrapped in boundless qi, split the churning toxic mist down the middle, as if a god had cleaved the valley with a single sword!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron club spun through the hollow; below, the brook exploded open, revealing jagged rocks and gravel, while a white dragon of shattered water and debris surged outward in both directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ming, head down, fled for his life—until he felt the overwhelming blade-pressure, the tidal wave of shattered stone and flying water, crash against his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although this “Hand-Release Flail” came from afar, its accuracy and force were utterly inconceivable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ming’s eyes barely flashed with terror before the Heavenly Gang  Flail struck him in the back like a spinning wheel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled boom echoed as a burst of blood mist exploded between the hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure sprinting forward swelled and vanished in an instant, leaving only two lower legs flung far ahead, blood staining the ground dozens of feet around in an instant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Gang  Flail, still brimming with momentum, raced onward like an unrivaled spinning wheel, striking toward He Can as he fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Can caught sight of this horrifying strike from the corner of his eye, his heart freezing with dread—he spun midair and unfurled his black umbrella!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whirling heavy flail arrived in an instant, shattering the ghost umbrella into pieces!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure behind the umbrella was slammed in the chest by the flail, flung backward, splashing into the stream like a water gourd, then crashing into the hillside shrubs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustle-rustle-rustle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1922,"2026-06-20T01:38:11.747Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bfba93d5a6b4c6e37c7216bd5ec054ba9817580ea0cb779f4a7e9f06e1a5d225","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-32","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-30",252,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-roaring-dragon-cover.jpg"]