Seeing those Qi Cultivators running swiftly toward him, Gao Sishu's eyelids twitched, as he positioned himself in front with a speed that was in no way inferior to that of his opponents. Flipping his hand, he brought out a green glow and struck toward the person in the lead.
Smack!
The man parried with Gao Sishu's palm and then staggered backward. At that moment, Gao Sishu released a cloud of green fog, dense with poison, that obscured the entrance to the mountain path. One of the faster-running Qi Cultivators failed to stop in time and plunged into the fog, immediately letting out a miserable howl. The man seemed to be corroded, losing half of his head to the effect, his body riddled with holes, as he lay still in the green haze.
The man who had exchanged a palm strike with Gao Sishu stopped and looked at his palm now filled with green poison. He sneered coldly, and with a sudden gust, he forced the poison away.
