Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 84 Full of Evil
As soon as Ye Erniang uttered the word "poison," Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing couldn't help but exchange a glance, recalling the scene of being poisoned when they besieged Jiang Mingzhe.

They all thought: This person is so young, yet so cunning. He tricked us into believing in some invisible sword technique, but it was actually an invisible poison sword. No wonder even a great master like Yue Laosan fell for it. He also has the Duan family as his backer. Our betrayal this time was absolutely right!

It's a pity that the two sects of Wuliang Sword have been defeated by Lingjiu Palace, the Four Evils, and now Jiang Mingzhe. It's just that these Jianghu heroes are not worthy of respect. Otherwise, they would be recorded in history. They would be no less than Lü Bu in the past and look down on Wu Sangui in the future. It would be a good story.

"poison?"

The muffled sound seemed to pause for a moment, then a series of clanging sounds rang out, like someone gently tapping a stone with a small hammer. Each sound brought the sound several feet closer. Jiang Mingzhe shouted in a low voice, "The great evil has arrived! Everyone be careful!"

Zuo Zimu shouted, "Disciples of Wuliang Cave, heed my command! Protect the young prince!"

The crowd surrounded Duan Yu, their longswords pointing outwards, forming a hedgehog-like formation.

Zhong Ling was so angry she was speechless, and jumped up and down, shouting, "Hey! Aren't you going to protect me?"

Before anyone could speak, she scurried over to Jiang Mingzhe, crying, "Brother Jiang, none of these people care about me, I'm so scared!"

Azi, who was in the cave below, had heard the commotion above and watched as Jiang Mingzhe used the Hanging Cloud Sword Technique to successfully climb the cliff. She jumped for joy, but the cliff was extremely steep and there were no ropes, so even with her skills, she could not climb it on her own.

She was afraid of disturbing Jiang Mingzhe's battle, so she had been holding back her utterance. She was already impatient and restless. But when she heard Zhong Ling's coquettish voice, she finally couldn't hold back anymore and yelled, "You brat, if you drag my junior brother down, I'll beat your stinky bottom to a pulp!"

Zhong Ling had already run behind Jiang Mingzhe and whispered, "Zi Yatou is so fierce. Brother Jiang, I won't drag you down, and I don't smell bad."

Jiang Mingzhe had no time to pay attention to this girl. Just now, Ye Erniang was making a move, as if she was about to make a move on Zhong Ling. Jiang Mingzhe kept a close eye on her and didn't dare to make a move.

As the tinkling sound grew closer, Jiang Mingzhe looked toward the source of the sound and suddenly saw a flash of green, revealing an old man standing on the cliff.

This man was dressed in a green robe, with a black beard that reached his chest. A deep red scar ran down from his forehead to his chin. He stared wide-eyed and pursed his lips. His ashen face was stiff and expressionless, like a zombie who had died with his eyes wide open.

Jiang Mingzhe thought to himself: So this is what the notorious Duan Yanqing looks like. The actors on TV don't portray him at all.

The actors simply cannot act out the fact that they cannot close their eyes or make facial expressions.

Then I saw that he held a black staff, about the thickness of a little finger and about seven or eight feet long, in each of his left and right hands, which steadily supported his body. When the mountain wind blew, his beard and hair fluttered and his clothes fluttered, but his figure remained motionless. In his ferocious and terrifying appearance, there was an indescribable domineering aura.

I couldn't help but admire him: This man had suffered a great calamity, with both legs broken, his face disfigured, and a knife in his throat. He could no longer speak or blink, and even when eating, he had to open his mouth himself, put in small pieces of food, and force himself to swallow. Despite such severe disability, he had developed superb martial arts skills that combined righteousness and evil. His perseverance alone was truly remarkable.

He clasped his hands in greeting and said, "This senior must be the leader of the Four Evils of the World. This junior pays his respects."

Duan Yanqing stared straight at Jiang Mingzhe, without saying a word, but his deep, strange voice rang out.

"No need for formalities. You are so young, yet you managed to poison Yue Laosan and Yun Laosi. Your methods are quite astonishing. The Five Poisons Sect does not accept Han people, and the Hundred Herbs Sect never crosses the Yangtze River. So you are a disciple of Ding Laoguai of the Starry Constellation Sect?"

Based solely on the information that he poisoned Yue Laosan and Yun Zhonghe, he immediately pointed out Jiang Mingzhe's background, demonstrating remarkable insight.

Jiang Mingzhe shook his head confidently and said, "No, actually, I don't know how to use poison. I was bitten by two centipedes before, and luckily survived. As a result, a toxic substance was stored in my internal energy. When the Crocodile God of the South Sea and Yun Zhonghe were competing with me in internal energy, they were poisoned and died." "Centipedes?" Duan Yanqing muttered, "What kind of centipedes?"

Jiang Mingzhe said, "One is about this long and has six wings. Another one is four feet long and about two feet wide, with a green body and golden whiskers, and can leap several feet at a time."

Ye Erniang exclaimed, "How ridiculous! How could there be such a large centipede in the world?"

Duan Yanqing replied, "Second sister, you don't know this, but this boy wasn't lying. The centipedes he mentioned are a six-winged iron centipede and a golden-bearded dragon centipede, also known as the Flying Centipede Emperor."

Jiang Mingzhe nodded and said, "So that's your name. Senior is indeed very knowledgeable."

Duan Yanqing said, "Your internal energy can resist such a strange poison, which must be no ordinary skill. You are quite remarkable at such a young age. This Nine Yang Divine Skill is the first time I have heard of it... Hmm, I know a martial art whose name is somewhat similar to this Nine Yang Divine Skill. I wonder if there is any connection. Please take a look."

After saying that, he swayed and swept several feet away. He raised his staff and thrust it at Jiang Mingzhe's shoulder. When the staff was still several feet away from the end, a soft hissing sound was heard in the air.

Jiang Mingzhe was secretly astonished: This is the skill of striking acupoints in mid-air with the One-Finger Divine Skill!
His internal strength is not weak now, but his skills are really limited. It would be easy for him to dodge, but Zhong Ling is right behind him.
If one were to use the Three Yin Centipede Claws to block it head-on, the internal energy that would dissipate as soon as it left the body would be as fragile as paper in the face of this concentrated finger force.
This finger strike pierced through the air with incredible speed. Jiang Mingzhe had no time to think; he gathered his inner strength and thrust his sword forward.

As soon as the sword was thrust out, he sensed something was wrong. The internal force he had gathered entered the sword without any obstruction, spreading rapidly along the mineral hairlines that were as dense as veins in the crystal. With a whoosh, a thin white light shot out from the tip of the sword, crushing the force that pierced through the air with overwhelming force, and shot straight at Duan Yanqing!
Duan Yanqing braced himself with his black staff, somersaulted backward, and the white light swept past him for three or four zhang before dissipating.

In an instant, everyone except Duan Yanqing and Jiang Mingzhe was stunned into silence.

Duan Yanqing's expression remained unchanged because he was incapable of making facial expressions.

Jiang Mingzhe remained calm, thanks to his professional competence as a sales director.

In fact, these two were no less shocked than others.

Duan Yanqing braced himself with his canes and flew far away with a whoosh. His thoughts were like a turbulent sea: My Duan family's One Yang Finger is above the Six Meridian Divine Sword. His Nine Yang Skill actually has the ability to shoot out sword energy. One Yang Finger, Nine Yang Skill, Nine Yang Skill, One Yang Finger...

He couldn't help but whisper, "Young man, do you have some connection with the Duan family of Dali?"

Jiang Mingzhe looked at the Seven Swords in his hand, and before he could speak, he heard Zuo Zimu excitedly shout: "Dragon Aotian, the most honored retainer of the Duan family, is known in the martial arts world as the invincible swordsman!"

Xin Shuangqing also shouted loudly, "You are so wicked, it is your good fortune to die under the Dragon Hero's Heavenly Demon Bone-Corroding Formless Sword Qi!"

Duan Yanqing's eyes seemed to spit fire: "The Duan family! As expected of the Duan family! Good, good Nine Yang Skill, good, good... Second Sister, let's go!"

He didn't know where his thoughts had gone astray, but suddenly he leaped up and floated down the cliff like a black cloud.

When Ye Erniang saw that the usually fierce and brave Duan Laoda had retreated without a fight, she was terrified and turned to flee without hesitation, not even glancing at Yue Laosan's corpse.

(End of this chapter)