Monarch Night

Chapter 1364: Chapter 68: Then Take 100 Moves! [2-in-1!] (Part 2)

Don’t forget... There was once a feud between Zhao Shanhe and Fang Che, although it has long been resolved. Yet, in the eyes of the world, it’s not quite so.

Just the mention of Zhao Shanhe causes people distress.

This won’t do!

Moreover, Zhao Shanhe, as the Chief, carries an overwhelming sense of authority!

An Ruoxing has truly considered all aspects.

Finally leaving Donghu State, walking on the road, crossing the great rivers, entering the forest path.

Everyone’s emotions gradually settle down.

The lush forest around brings everyone a sense of peace, walking in such a forest feels like strolling in a beautiful painting.

Old Man Shen is also riding the One horned Dragon Horse, feeling uneasy about Fang Che handling this matter, insisting on following him.

So a spot was granted to him.

The old man had already made up his mind: If Fang Che dared to act recklessly, then he must stand up and stop him!

Although everyone employs their movement technique and is faster than the One horned Dragon Horse, it’s not wartime. No need to waste physical strength unnecessarily.

The sound of horse hooves breaks the serene silence of the forest.

This place is twelve hundred miles away from Donghu State.

In the distant sky, a gray shadow swiftly flies over, like a bat, landing a hundred miles away on the highest mountain peak.

A biting cold wind blows at the mountaintop, his gray robe flutters wildly in the air.

His aura spreads overwhelmingly, glints of light flash in his deep-set eyes.

From his high vantage point, he quickly spots Fang Che and his group walking through the forest.

He squints his eyes.

The mountain wind suddenly roars louder, countless dust, countless twigs and leaves, dance in the air.

Dissatisfaction flickers in his eyes.

He says faintly: "Such an annoying wind!"

He snorts.

The wind within a few hundred yards ceases abruptly, the fluttering twigs, leaves, and dust come to complete stillness.

The tree bent by the fierce wind remains frozen in its posture, unmoving.

In this moment of stillness, the gray-clad figure lightly floats up, flashes a few times in the air, and swoops down towards Fang Che’s group.

Yet, Fang Che and his group remain oblivious to this.

As he gets closer.

The gray figure suddenly halts, frowns.

"Too many people."

"Forget it, doesn’t matter!"

Suddenly a long howl breaks out, shaking the Ninth Realm!

A thunderous boom.

Everyone trekking through the forest instantly feels as if the sky has darkened, eyes go black, unable to see anything!

Then their minds muddle, and everyone loses consciousness at the same time.

Even all the One horned Dragon Horses faint simultaneously.

Only Fang Che remains unscathed, though he does smell a sweet fragrance.

To Fang Che, there’s no sensation, just a thick sweet scent suddenly wafting by.

Then everyone, including An Ruoxing, Old Man Shen, Ye Meng, and others... falls into a deep sleep.

The horses lay uniformly, people sliding down from their mounts slowly.

Unconscious and unresponsive.

The previously lively, mighty team suddenly narrows down to just himself, alert!

"Poison!"

In an instant, Fang Che comprehends.

But what could be so formidable? Why am I unaffected?

Could it be due to cultivation technique again?

The difference in cultivation is too great, Fang Che hadn’t noticed any unusual signs.

At once, he checks himself, releases his Divine Sense, circulates his cultivation, ensuring he’s unharmed.

Then he immediately supports Ye Meng, infusing Spiritual Energy.

But, it has no effect.

An Ruoxing and others are the same.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Che quickly moves, arranging the unconscious horses into a large circle, placing all twenty-six people inside.

Ensuring his strength can protect them, ready to respond from any direction.

After doing this, he finally has time to survey the surroundings.

Holding the Nether Lord, cautiously examining the area. From start to finish, there wasn’t the slightest relaxation in his Divine power.

Every action is seamlessly executed.

Even the gray-clad figure in the sky shows admiration in his eyes.

All response are methodical, though tense, yet not chaotic. Everything is organized, from who tops to bottom, left to right, all in meticulous order!

Then Fang Che begins to transform Spiritual Energy into water, like Little Yu constantly falling from the sky, landing on everyone’s faces.

And one Detoxification Pill after another quickly stuffed into everyone’s mouth.

Spiritual Energy transforms into water, continuously descending from the sky.

In the shortest time, Fang Che executed the perfect response, also the most correct approach.

Yet, in his heart, uncertainty reigns.

What... is happening?

Suddenly it’s just me left?

It would be helpful to have someone assist here. Even without enemies, I can’t possibly move everyone at once...

The Spiritual Energy erupts, gathering everyone and all the horses beneath the roadside trees.

In this way, Spiritual Energy transformed into water constantly falls, landing on the leaves, even if occasionally taking a break, the leaves’ water keeps dripping onto everyone’s faces.

Fang Che hopes eagerly for someone to wake up.

Even if immobilized, regaining consciousness would allow at least someone to consult with.

Unfortunately, there’s none.

Fang Che immediately takes out the Communication Jade to call for Zhao Shanhe’s reinforcement.

"..."

Before he inputs, suddenly a shadow flickers, his hand is empty, and the Communication Jade is unexpectedly snatched away.

"Who!"

Fang Che erupts in fury, without thinking, swings his Sword outward.

Clang!

Fang Che only feels an overwhelming force strike, jolting back with the Sword, thrown seven yards, chest tightens, nearly spits blood, heart sinks instantly.