Chapter 96: A Duel with Crimson Serpent? Absolutely Not!

“Phoenix Dance... Six Illusions!” In that instant, Bai Feng gently lifted his foot, and his whole body seemed to lose all gravity, drifting weightlessly in midair.

“Ge Nie, try taking this move!” Suspended in the air, Bai Feng’s form suddenly froze, and then six phantoms appeared all at once, each one exactly identical to Bai Feng himself!

“Uncle Nie, be careful! This is White Phoenix’s signature move—the Phoenix Dance Six Illusions!”

The “Phoenix Dance Six Illusions” was considered Bai Feng’s most powerful technique. Using his extraordinary speed, Bai Feng created afterimages that formed six identical clones, a move designed to bewilder his opponents.

Because of his incredible speed, this technique also formed an impeccable defensive formation. If his opponent revealed even the slightest opening, Bai Feng, hidden among his six clones, would strike in an instant, leaving his enemy with no chance to react.

Seeing Bai Feng unleash this move, Sikong Xu was momentarily stunned. He realized that Bai Feng was desperate to keep Ge Nie entangled, stalling for time until Wei Zhuang arrived.

“Chilian, stay back—go after someone else!” Bai Feng’s voice came from among the six phantoms. He was exceedingly cautious now; if Chilian interfered, it would only disrupt his rhythm.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been wanting to have a good chat with this young man for a while now. After all, he just rescued my ‘prey’ right under my nose.” Chilian’s smile was wickedly alluring, her amber eyes locking onto Sikong Xu.

A chill ran down Sikong Xu’s spine under Chilian’s gaze, as if he were prey in the jungle, targeted by a deadly viper.

“Damn it, I’m getting out of here first,” Sikong Xu muttered to himself. After throwing a glance at Ge Nie, he immediately retreated.

As the second-ranked member among the Four Heavenly Kings of Quicksand, Chilian’s strength was not to be underestimated. She was a master of poison—her entire body was a walking arsenal of toxins!

Sikong Xu estimated that, in direct confrontation, Chilian might be slightly weaker than the Unrivaled Demon and the Wolf King, but her expertise in poison and snake manipulation made her overall strength surpass both of them.

So, faced with such a “venomous” foe, Sikong Xu naturally called for reinforcements.

“Sister Rong, this one’s too strong—help me deal with her!”

Sikong Xu quickly ran to Duanmu Rong’s side and stayed close to Tianming.

“Be careful, both of you. She’s definitely a poison master,” Duanmu Rong responded not with words but by her actions.

“Here are some antidotes. Take them quickly—this way, ordinary poisons won’t harm you for a while.” Duanmu Rong tossed over a small bottle. After Sikong Xu took one of the pills, she handed the rest to Tianming and instructed him:

“Tianming, we really can’t look after you two right now, so you’d better take good care of Yue’er. If anything happens to her, you’ll have to answer for it.”

“Hmph, you don’t have to tell me—I’ll protect Yue’er. No need to be so fierce,” Tianming muttered, pouting.

“They’re coming!” At that moment, Sikong Xu suddenly shouted as several crimson vipers shot out from who knows where, lunging straight at him.

Swish!

A cold flash swept through the air—one red viper was sliced cleanly in half by the Interpreter.

The others were pinned to the ground by Duanmu Rong’s special silver needles, left motionless—likely dead.

“Show us some real skill. These little tricks won’t work on us.” With Duanmu Rong’s support, Sikong Xu’s confidence soared. Though Duanmu Rong was a healer, her strength was not to be underestimated. And with the Medicine Immortal by his side, even Chilian’s poisons were somewhat neutralized.

“My, my, this young man has found himself a helper? Where’s that bold spirit you had when you were rescuing someone earlier?” Chilian crossed her arms, her smiling expression tinged with sharpness.

“Hmph, what good is bravado when your life’s on the line? Face is worthless compared to survival,” Sikong Xu grumbled. In his mind, staying alive was paramount. Losing face was nothing, as long as he didn’t lose his life.

“Well now, you’re certainly different from the others,” Chilian chuckled, but her gaze suddenly sharpened, turning razor-sharp in an instant.

“No matter what, you’re not leaving here today!” With a flick of her wrist, the Serpent Chain Sword lashed out, its unpredictable arc twisting through the air like a venomous snake slithering through the jungle.

“Hmph, that’s nothing I can’t handle!” If it was a contest of swordsmanship, Sikong Xu wasn’t afraid in the least.

Without hesitation, he wielded the Interpreter. Though his right hand was still injured, forcing him to use his left, with his Infinite Martial Refinement, it made no difference which hand held the sword.

Clang—

Sparks flew as the Serpent Chain Sword was blocked by the Interpreter. Yet, Chilian twisted her supple waist and flicked her wrist, instantly changing the sword’s direction to attack anew.

Sikong Xu had anticipated this. Pushing off with his foot, he sprang back, dodging the strike.

But in the next instant, under Chilian’s control, the Serpent Chain Sword twisted in midair and stabbed toward Sikong Xu again, this time even faster than before!

Sikong Xu’s expression changed. Those earlier attacks were just a feint to lull him into carelessness—this was the real assault!

“Hmph, did you forget about me?” Seeing Sikong Xu’s predicament, Duanmu Rong hurled several silver needles at Chilian. She had no intention of rescuing Sikong Xu directly; instead, she aimed to force Chilian to defend and thus save him indirectly.

“Not bad!” Chilian quickly twisted her body, dodging the needles, and as she did, she was forced to pull back the Serpent Chain Sword hurtling toward Sikong Xu.

“Phew... Good thing you’re here, or I’d be in real trouble,” Sikong Xu said with relief. His injured right hand had affected his agility, or else he could have dodged that attack on his own.

“What’s wrong, young man? Weren’t you so impressive when you rescued someone just now? I’d love to see that ‘Hundred Pace Flying Sword’ again.” Chilian smiled wickedly, clearly still holding a grudge for being intimidated by Sikong Xu’s earlier feint.

“The Hundred Pace Flying Sword wouldn’t suit this situation, but don’t worry—I have even stronger moves up my sleeve!”

With a sly grin of his own, Sikong Xu pressed his heel to the ground and charged straight at Chilian.

Channeling his inner energy, the Interpreter in his hand gleamed with a transparent aura, leaving faint traces in the air as he swung.

“This is the signature technique of a great master from my homeland. Prepare to meet your end!” Sikong Xu shouted, as if trying to amplify his attack with sheer volume.

“Dugu Nine Swords—Sword-breaking Form! Ha—”