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Cheng Qing didn't intend to follow Li Muhao's plan and said in a deep voice, "We will split the ordinary Black Silver Poison evenly among the members of our team." The high-grade Black Silver Poison will be given to the An Tian Sect, while the top-grade Black Silver Poison will be given to the old man from the An Tian Sect, as well as to those who have rendered outstanding service. "2

Li Muhao was startled, "This way, everyone can only get a very small amount of Black Silver Poison, its effect..."

Cheng Qing pressed Li Muhao's shoulder, rejecting his next words and looking him in the eyes, "You, I, everyone in the An Tian Sect, aren't saints. Therefore, since we have good stuff, we'll naturally have to take care of ourselves first. However, you also have to understand that tonight, all of the people of Western Paradise are dressed in the same robe, and need to stand back to back in battle.

"The Black Silver Poison will be distributed evenly. Although it won't be much, killing two or three people will be done. Only by doing so will we be able to live up to our identity as Western Coldwater cultivators and have no qualms."

Li Muhao acknowledged Cheng Qing's words, nodded his head heavily, and without another word, quickly went to distribute the Black Silver Poison.

As Cheng Qing had expected, when they just joined the Tranquil Sky Sect and were not yet cultivators of the sect, they all became tongue-tied after receiving the Black Silver Poison from the Tranquil Sky Sect.

Very quickly, all of them turned their gazes in the direction of Cheng Qing. Their eyes were burning with gratitude, and the fighting spirit in them soared to another level.

A portion of Black Silver Poison was a life. Black Silver Poison, which could kill two or three wolfwalkers, was indeed not a lot, but it was a powerful weapon to save lives.

In a battle on the battlefield, how many enemies could an ordinary cultivator handle? If every one of them could kill three wolves, even the most powerful of the Uighurs would be utterly defeated.

These Jianghu cultivators realized that even though this was the first time they were fighting shoulder to shoulder with the An Tian Sect, Cheng Qing had already treated them as his own men.

Cheng Qing only gave them a slight nod before jumping up to an arrow tower built of bluestone nearby.

Behind the western wall of the city were more than twenty of these archers' towers. They all had a good view of the nodes. With the archers guarding this area, they could maximize the power of their crossbows.

Right now, all of these archers were the commanders and elites of the Feudal Lords family.

The archer's tower built out of bluestone was known for its durability and durability, and it maximized the defensive capabilities of the arrow. Unless a small peak level expert were to take action, it would be impossible to easily destroy it.

The Uighur army began an orderly, large-scale attack on the city's main district.

The street between the west district and the main district was three hundred steps wide. This was done in order to effectively display the power of the strong crossbows on the walls of the main district during the war.

As far as the arrow tower could see, the huge western part of the city was filled with broken walls and ruins. The roof had disappeared, the walls had collapsed, and charred wood was strewn all over the place. The smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood entered his nostrils and went straight to his head as the night breeze blew, causing him to feel a little depressed.

Even more striking than the black smoke and the firelight were the Uighurs, who were swimming through the ruins like the sea. There were so many of them that it was impossible to see the end of them. Even if ten thousand wolves dashed out of the prairie, it would not be more imposing than this.

Ordinary soldiers ran through the streets, stepping over piles of earth, stepping over coals, and before they could do anything, the wolf-walker leaped over the yard wall and leapt over the roof, displaying his strength to his heart's content.

In a neat formation, the homecoming soldiers covered every inch of the yellow soil. They carried ladders in their hands as they rushed towards the city wall, and an earth-shaking battle cry came out from their throats. The sound waves seemed to want to overturn the city wall.

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