The pills Ye Qiu scattered out were, of course, the poison pills he'd refined long ago.
Surrounded and besieged by so many Shadow Martial Artists, there was no way he'd stupidly clash head-on with them. Even if he did have the strength, and even if he didn't, he still wouldn't do that.
If you want to finish off opponents in the most hassle-free, effortless way, nothing is faster than poison pills.
Just as expected, the moment the poison pills exploded, those Shadow Martial Artists who'd been pouncing like tigers instantly weakened, like a man who'd been hard as steel on Viagra one second and completely limp the next.
The power of the poison pills was that domineering.
In an instant, all the Shadow Martial Artists were poisoned. With a thought, Ye Qiu drew the Bahuang Sword and launched into a wild slaughter against the many Shadow Martial Artists.
Swish, swish, swish.
Sword Qi instantly shrouded the four directions, the air filled with both poison and Sword Qi.
