Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 34 Ah Zi is still Ah Zi

Jiang Mingzhe had just taken a step when Azi charged out and engaged the axe-wielding lama in a fierce battle.

She was petite, only reaching the lama's chest in height, but her movements were extremely nimble. She darted east and west, her clothes fluttering, like a purple fox dancing alone under the moon. No matter how loudly the enemy's axes swung, they couldn't touch her at all.

Azi unleashed the Serpent Sword Technique, her attacks ruthless and cunning, the sword light like a venomous snake devouring its prey. With each strike, a flower of blood bloomed on the lama's body, and within just a few exchanges, he was covered in wounds.

This was the first time Jiang Mingzhe had seen A Zi fight, and he was amazed by her fierce and ruthless fighting style. His previously anxious heart was finally at ease.

The other group's expressions changed drastically, and the leading lama shouted, "Are you not disciples of the Xingxiu Sect? We are the attendants of the Tibetan National Preceptor. Stop immediately!"

Azi exclaimed in surprise, "So it's a noble relative of the Tibetan National Preceptor! We can't afford to offend him..."

After saying that, he stopped attacking. The axe-wielding lama was overjoyed, his eyes showing relief. He swung his axe and was about to retreat when Azi suddenly sprang up and thrust her sword into the lama's throat.

Azi struck successfully and immediately retreated, her sword tip leaving a trail of blood. She chuckled and said, "Unfortunately, I'm not from the Star Sect or the Moon Sect. I don't care if you're a national advisor, a chef, or a grand mage. Who are you trying to scare?"

The axe-wielding lama's face was a mixture of anger and fear. He dropped the axe, covered his throat with both hands, and blood kept seeping from between his fingers. He collapsed limply to the ground.

Jiang Mingzhe felt a chill run down his spine.

Since he became a disciple of Xingxiu, although he fought with Mingzhuzi and Zhaixingzi, it was still limited to the scope of fighting. He had been bullied when he was young and had even hit people with bricks, so he naturally had no shortage of courage.

But seeing Ah Zi kill someone so casually while laughing and talking, one couldn't help but feel a chill.

Although he had long known that A Zi had an extremely cruel and ruthless side, after spending these past few days together and getting used to A Zi's cheerful and carefree attitude, he had gradually come to see the "real A Zi" and the "A Zi in the book" as two different people. Only now did he realize that A Zi was ultimately A Zi, and only those she liked and cared about were "people".

"Witch!" The chief lama roared in fury, pointing and shouting, "Go and capture this witch! Burn her alive to avenge us!"

After saying this, he dismounted first, and the other six lamas also jumped off their horses, each drawing their weapons: vajras, iron prayer beads, single-edged swords, copper swords, iron spears... all kinds of lengths, and some even took out a bow and arrows.

The leading lama pulled out an iron rod from the side of the saddle. It was about an arm's length and the thickness of a teacup, and its material was old and mottled.

Azi was puzzled, but Jiang Mingzhe knew the significance of the iron rod and quickly reminded her, "Senior sister, be careful. These lamas are probably all monk soldiers. The one with the iron rod is the leader of the monk soldiers, similar to... the head of the Arhat Hall in Shaolin Temple, right?"

He only reads martial arts novels to please his clients, so he doesn't study them in depth. How could he distinguish which hall or courtyard of Shaolin Temple manages the monks and soldiers? He just mentioned it to prevent Azi from underestimating the enemy.

Azi knew that the Luohan Hall was responsible for teaching martial arts, and the person in charge must have extremely high martial arts skills. She was immediately shocked and cried out, "Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier? How can we possibly defeat them? Run, run!"

Having said that, she turned and ran. The Iron Staff Lama angrily shouted, "You witch, you think you can escape?"

He sprinted away, catching up to Azi in a flash. With a leap, as powerful as a roc spreading its wings, he slammed his club down on Azi's shoulder.

The lama deeply regretted his misjudgment, which resulted in the death of a disciple in vain. Therefore, he was determined to burn Azi alive and refused to kill her with a single blow.

Jiang Mingzhe exclaimed, "Senior Sister, be careful!"

He hadn't practiced any light-body skills, and even though they were only a few steps apart, it was too late for him to catch up. In desperation, he threw the hunting fork with all his might. Throwing stones and logs is a skill that humans are born with. Jiang Mingzhe already had a foundation in internal strength, and the hunting fork was of just the right weight. This throw was fierce and powerful, heading straight for the lama's chest and abdomen.

When the Iron Rod Lama saw the hunting fork coming, he felt relieved: it really wasn't someone from the Starry Sky Sect. The Starry Sky Sect's hidden weapons were incredibly powerful, but they didn't use such low-level techniques.

It turned out that although Azi had taken Jiang Mingzhe sixty or seventy miles away, they were still within the territory of the Xingxiu Sect. Even though she denied it, the Iron Staff Lama still did not fully believe her until now.

After all, martial arts skills can't lie. As soon as he saw Jiang Mingzhe make a move, he knew that this kid didn't know how to use hidden weapons at all.

After all, which of the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect who could go out and about didn't know how to use hidden weapons?
The iron rod was raised and struck with skillful force, causing the fork to whir and turn around, reflecting off Jiang Mingzhe at an even faster speed.

Jiang Mingzhe's heart tightened. He realized that none of the seventeen moves of the Centipede Claw were useful. In a panic, he leaped forward and used the famous martial arts defensive move "Lazy Donkey Roll," which he had mastered without a teacher.

Just as the Iron-Stick Lama knocked back his hunting fork, Azi suddenly stopped, turned around and thrust out her sword. Seeing that she had seized the opportunity perfectly, the Iron-Stick Lama secretly cheered and kicked out with his right foot, breaking the longsword in half with a clang.

The lama's leather boots were surprisingly made with iron soles!

With a single kick, he snapped the longsword in two, and then stomped his iron shoe at Azi's head. Azi ducked, spitting out a blue, gleaming poison needle.

Although the lama was skilled in martial arts, he had no eyes under his calves. When Azi spat out the poison needle, the distance between them was less than two feet. The needle was fast and silent, and instantly pierced into the iron-staff lama's calf.

When Azi sprayed out the poison needle, he immediately rolled away to avoid it. The Iron Rod Lama only felt a slight itch in the back of his leg and was completely unaware that he had been hit by a hidden weapon. The moment he landed, he felt as if his entire right leg had disappeared. He immediately tried to turn to his left leg to support himself, but he felt a numbness in his waist and abdomen. He fell down involuntarily and quickly used his hands to support himself.

Azi jumped up and laughed heartily: "Rise, rise, you are so old, why do you give me such a big bow?"

Iron Rod Lama's posture at this moment did indeed resemble kneeling in worship. He realized he had been ambushed and was both shocked and furious. Hearing Azi's unrestrained mockery, he roared, braced himself with his left hand on the ground, and swung his club horizontally with his right hand.

Little did they know that Ah Zi was clever and had learned Jiang Mingzhe's "pre-prepared move" against Mingzhu. As soon as she spoke, she leaped backward, and the blow naturally missed.

Iron Rod Lama was about to strike when the numbing sensation spread throughout his body, causing his strong frame to collapse heavily to the ground. He was filled with fear and cried out in despair, "What potent poison! And you still say you're not from the Starry Constellation Sect!"

He glared fiercely at Jiang Mingzhe, gritting his teeth as he said, "That little demon Xingxiu is indeed cunning, pretending not to know how to use hidden weapons. Even if I were a ghost..."

Before the lama could finish speaking, blood suddenly flowed from his seven orifices, his eyes widened in anger, and he died on the spot.

Azi clapped her hands and laughed, "Big Ginger, look! This lama's cultivation is so high! His words become law; if he says he'll become a ghost, he really will!"

Jiang Mingzhe was filled with extremely complex emotions. On the one hand, he found it hard to adapt to A Zi's disregard for human life, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but be shocked by the sharpness of the Xingxiu Sect's poison skills.

Poison techniques are indeed the best choice for killing monsters of a higher level!
With the skill displayed by this Iron Rod Lama, let alone Azi, even Zhaixingzi might not be a match for him. Yet, such a powerful master died in a humiliating way at Azi's hands before he could fully demonstrate his hard-earned martial arts.

The remaining six lamas were shocked to see the Iron Rod Lama die on the spot. After a moment of stunned silence, they roared in unison and charged forward like madmen. Only the archer stood still, nocked an arrow and pointed it at Azi.

(End of this chapter)