Gu Xiang’s mind whirled quickly. She knew that Cao Weining was still of the Qingfeng Sword Sect; regardless of the situation, these old freaks were still apprehensive of Mo Huaikong and Mo Huaiyang, and still had to show some mercy. Since they would not take his life, Gu Xiang did not hesitate, and said, “Take care.”

She picked Zhang Chengling up and ran in the other direction.

How would Feng Xiaofeng be willing to let them go? He chased after them. Gu Xiang’s gaze hardened. Her hands abruptly retracted back into her sleeves, and she shoved Zhang Chengling aside, dodged Feng Xiaofeng, and borrowed the momentum of the shove to leap at the Gaoshan slave. The meteor hammer of the Gaoshan Slave hurtled at her; Gu Xiang ducked away nimbly, jerked her hand up, and flung a handful of white powder. Unable to dodge in time, the Gaoshan slave was hit straight in the face. He started to howl in agony, unable to open his red and swollen eyes. He rubbed at them with his hands, but blood seeped out of them. Gu Xiang was vicious in her execution, incapacitating his eyes with a devious trick that no one had predicted.

Feng Xiaofeng spun around to face the Gaoshan slave, aghast as he asked, “A-Shan, what…what happened to you?”

Scratching vigorously at his own eyes, the Gaoshan slave only howled mournfully like a wild beast. Feng Xiaofeng sprung at him and hugged his arm, the two of them rolling around on the ground; only with immense effort, did he manage to seal the Gaoshan slave’s acupuncture points. Feng Xiaofeng took one look at his eyes, and felt greatly agonised at the sight of that frightening state. He roared, “Don’t you dare leave, you little slut!”

But where was there still trace of Gu Xiang and Zhang Chengling?

Gu Xiang had determined that crowded spaces were a no-go and ran towards the deserted outskirts with Zhang Chengling. She was burning with anxiety: one moment, her mind kept lingering on how her master and Zhou Xu were both unpredictable, could at least one out of the two find them? and another moment she was worrying that, since she was forced to use that move earlier, would Feng Xiaofeng take his fury out on Cao Weining? Had she doomed that silly boy to die?

But she did not have much time to worry about Cao Weining, because the third batch of Poisonous Scorpion suicide warriors were lying in wait in the woods they had to pass on the way to the outskirts.