Roaring Dragon-Chapter 31: Throw the Dragon’s Mother!

In the mountain hollow.

The black hawk circled overhead, its sharp twin pupils locking onto the four figures below like a death warrant.

The wilds were silent, only the rustle of fallen leaves under the autumn wind and the faint sound of flowing water could be heard.

In the dead stillness, He Can carefully observed every movement in the wilderness.

Luming removed the cloth bag from the puppet’s shoulder and slowly approached the corpse pit. Inside the bag was a highly corrosive elixir; once poured into the pit, it would dissolve the corpses entirely, even corroding the stone walls.

But unfortunately, the two had barely taken a few steps when a ripple of qi suddenly came from behind the bushes on the western slope.

He Can and Luming turned almost simultaneously, staring at the withering, trembling thicket—only to see a dense, dark green poisonous mist seep from the bush’s surface.

The toxic fog turned the branches and vines it touched into scorched black withered remains—clearly carrying deadly poison.

As the poison mist blanketed the shrubs, a figure slowly emerged from within.

The fog obscured vision, but one could vaguely make out that the newcomer wore a skirt. As soon as she appeared, she spun in place, her robes and wide sleeves flaring, the entire person turning almost instantly into a spinning top: Whoosh, whoosh—

Almost at the same time, a sinister wind rose up the slope. Poison mist poured from the sleeves, morphing into two ghostly green poisonous pythons that spun outward like a tornado, instantly spreading ten-plus zhang around—seen from afar, it looked like a rapidly expanding typhoon eye!

"Hundred Ghosts Spreading Plague?!"

He Can's eyes widened in shock. He knew someone had beaten them here, thought it might be an expert from Zihui Mountain or a royal mansion retainer—but never imagined he’d witness one of the top secret arts of the Gu Poison Faction! ƒreewebɳovel.com

Within the Witch Sect, the Gu Poison branch wasn't famed for direct combat, but its mass destruction power was unrivaled. And Hundred Ghosts Spreading Plague was the pinnacle among them.

Realizing the situation was dire, Luming quickly retreated and shouted:

"Fellow Daoist, wait! We’re on the same side!"

He Can also raised his voice to question:

"Friend, who are you?"

But unfortunately, the poison witch on the slope, having made her move, had no intention of sparing them. Even before their words finished, the green toxic mist had already surged into a tidal flood, rushing downwind to engulf the entire hollow.

Seeing that the opponent, a fellow practitioner, showed no hint of loyalty or kinship, Luming immediately drew out a bone flute from his sleeve: Whistle— toot toot~...

Boom—

The moment the sound rang out, the sand around the pool erupted with a blast!

Two cloaked figures, who had stood utterly motionless, suddenly launched forward like thunder. The one on the right crossed his arms mid-leap, gripping the hilts at his waist:

Clang—

With a sharp draw, twin blades flashed with dazzling silver brilliance, tearing through the toxic mist as they charged straight at the poison master on the slope.

Meanwhile, the puppet on the left unsheathed a three-foot sword, storming toward the flank.

Since puppets lacked consciousness, their attacks relied entirely on their master’s control. Even though the poison mist shrouded everything and obscured vision, they could still lock onto the target’s blurry silhouette.

However, what Luming didn’t expect was that just as the two puppets plunged into the mist, a vortex suddenly surged at the side: Swish—

With a horrifying tearing sound, a black shadow hurtled toward him—like a devil emerging from the smoke!

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Luming’s face changed drastically, and he immediately shifted the flute’s melody: Toot toot—!

Xie Jinhuan, using the poisonous fog for cover, had silently crept downstream along the brook. The moment the two puppets made their move, he unleashed a full-powered ambush, aiming to assassinate the witch from behind.

Yet the puppet’s reaction speed was inhuman—just as it had been charging up the slope, the twin-blade puppet made an abrupt right-angle turn the instant the flute’s tone shifted, without the slightest pause, its dual silver blades slashing diagonally toward him!

Swish—

Seeing his chance to flank vanish, Xie Jinhuan didn’t dodge. Instead, he planted his feet and charged straight in:

Boom!

With a booming shock, the sandy ground sank into a circular crater.

The Tiangang Mace dragged a swirling mass of toxic mist, closing in on the twin-blade puppet in a flash. The iron mace threaded precisely between the two blades, stabbing unerringly into the puppet’s chest.

Bang—

In an instant, the twin-blade puppet’s chest exploded open, revealing an obsidian-black torso tough as cowhide, densely inscribed with complicated runes.

The heavy mace drove two inches into the chest, but was unable to penetrate further—yet the impact alone blasted the twin-blade puppet out of the poisonous fog, crashing it against the broken edge of the pool.

Boom—

Such terrifying force startled both witches.

Still, puppets were built precisely to take blows. Luming didn’t hesitate for a second, commanding the puppets to press forward again.

Xie Jinhuan, after repelling one enemy, had barely rushed a few more zhang before the other puppet, wielding a three-foot sword, blocked his path, stabbing forth with a hundred phantoms of sword light:

Swish swish swish—

Clang clang clang clang—

Xie Jinhuan met it head-on with his mace, sparks bursting in the mist.

Given his martial prowess, killing a human would only take a single move.

But a puppet wasn’t human.

The sword-wielding puppet didn’t bother with any technique, didn’t fear injury or death, only launched one terrifyingly fast thrust after another, each stab aimed directly at vital points!

The twin-blade puppet, battered by the heavy mace but not destroyed, sprang back up immediately. Its twin blades slashed wildly, coordinating with the sword-wielding puppet to form a deadly pincer attack!

Blades clashed midair, and within a blink, Xie Jinhuan had already left fatal cuts on both puppets’ necks and heart areas!

But neither puppet slowed their assault—they didn’t even bleed.

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Xie Jinhuan now understood why fighting puppets seriously was meaningless.

Normally, he should’ve dodged and circled around.

But stubborn as ever, seeing that vital strikes didn’t work, he immediately drew the Zhenglun Sword with his left hand, hacking and slashing mercilessly at their joints and tendons!

Clang clang clang...

While Luming kept the warrior tied up, He Can at the rear had intended to sneak attack the poison master within the mist.

But neither had expected that even two puppets couldn’t hold down this fighter—and in mere moments, the sword-wielding puppet’s wrist tendon was severed, its sword clattering to the ground.

Sensing the tides turning, He Can swiftly rotated the black umbrella in his hands, spinning it in the air.

Whoosh—

As the umbrella spun, black mist poured outward from the edges. On the pitch-black surface, three ghostly white faces emerged.

An eerie aura surged over the mountain hollow. Even the autumn sunlight seemed to dim, as if countless unseen spirits were stirring, turning the hollow into a purgatory of a thousand wailing ghosts:

"Aaaah—!!"

But unfortunately, before the three little ghosts could show their power, a harsh electric screech burst out from the poison fog:

Crackle—

The shriek was so sharp it sounded like a flock of birds screeching in unison. Even a chunk of the gloomy mist flickered, revealing flashes of blue-white lightning!

The Zhenglun Sword was Zihui Mountain’s demon-suppressing divine weapon—specialized in driving away evil!

Xie Jinhuan, attempting to channel his eclectic thunder arts into the sword, discovered the effect was stunning. His few scattered arcs of lightning transformed into a dense net of crackling sparks!

Though it only lasted a moment, the instant the lightning flared, the entire sinister ghostly aura was wiped clean—the autumn sunlight once again became warm and gentle.

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He Can, wielding the ghost umbrella, realized it had turned into a useless stick, a look of unspeakable horror filling his ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) eyes.

A ghost master, by definition, depended on sinister spirits to attack.

Now the ghosts were too terrified to emerge, leaving him utterly powerless—his precious umbrella now fit only for blocking rain or sun.

Such a situation should’ve been impossible—his umbrella was of considerable grade, and artifacts capable of such suppression were exceedingly rare.

But reality was reality. Realizing he couldn’t exert his power, He Can didn't hesitate, immediately retreating:

"Withdraw!"

Meanwhile, on the slope, Lin Wanyi, seeing the overwhelming dominance of Xie Jinhuan’s sword, was filled with both shock and suspicion.

Yet now wasn’t the time for questions. With such a divine weapon in play, slaughtering these two fellow practitioners was as easy as crushing ants. She focused only on pushing her poisonous mist harder against the lone struggling Luming.

Luming, even with two puppets, couldn’t suppress Xie Jinhuan—and now realizing the opponent carried a high-grade anti-ghost artifact, knew there was no chance of victory.

Seeing the surging toxic fog rolling down at him, with no way to dodge, Luming could only flick his sleeves, scattering several round balls into the mist:

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Bang bang—

The balls shot through the fog like shuttles, exploding midair into giant sticky nets that blanketed the skies, leaving nowhere to hide.

Lin Wanyi, a poison master specialized in subtle poisons and gu arts, had no real direct combat ability. Seeing the giant nets coming, she swiftly dodged behind a pine tree.

But she hadn’t expected the nets to rebound off the tree trunk and wrap her up like a giant caterpillar.

Swish—

Xie Jinhuan, a martial artist with explosive strength, was far more agile. He smashed the two battered puppets into the nets with a swing of his mace and a kick, then darted through the gaps of several webs like a phantom.

Realizing the enemies were retreating and the distance growing, Xie Jinhuan wasted no time—he shifted laterally, adjusted his angle, muscles bulging, raising the Tiangang Mace high. His qi stormed like a hurricane, then—

He hurled it with all his might:

"I throw the Dragon’s Mother—!"

BOOM—

With an earth-shattering roar, the Tiangang Mace, wrapped in boundless force, split the surging poisonous mist like a divine sword cleaving the valley in two!

The iron mace spun through the hollow, blasting apart the brook, exposing the rocky riverbed, sending water spraying sideways into a tidal dragon charging forward!

Luming, fleeing for his life with head down, sensed the storm of deadly force and flying stones rushing up behind him.

Though the mace was hurled from far away, the aim and power were monstrous!

Fear flooded his eyes—but before he could even scream, the spinning Tiangang Mace slammed into his back.

Bang—

A muffled boom—and a blood mist exploded in the hollow.

The fleeing figure ballooned grotesquely, then disappeared without a trace—only two lower legs flew forward and flopped heavily to the ground, blood instantly staining several zhang around!

The Tiangang Mace’s momentum remained unbroken, spinning onward toward the retreating He Can!

Catching a glimpse of the horrific strike out of the corner of his eye, He Can’s heart froze in terror. He spun midair and opened his black umbrella—

Bang~ BOOM—

The spinning heavy mace smashed through the umbrella instantly!

The figure behind it took the mace square in the chest, flung backward like a rag doll, skipped across the creek, and crashed into the thickets on the slope!

Crash—