I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 367: Chapter 301: Execution (Part 2)

The invisible, soundless ripple passed through Fan Yuanhai.

Fan Yuanhai’s face froze suddenly with a cold sneer, in that instant, his mind went blank!

At that moment of the flash, Duan Rong shook his left sleeve and smeared a handful of poisonous powder onto Fan Yuanhai’s severed arm wound.

"Here’s a little medicine for you!"

Seizing the moment, Duan Rong’s figure flickered and plum blossom shadows bloomed at his side, followed by a series of flying needles shooting out from the shadows.

This time, Duan Rong shot not the Willow Leaf Saber, but silver needles laced with poison!

Fan Yuanhai’s mind went blank just a fleeting moment, he was shocked to realize, then swung his iron fan to knock away the flying needles Duan Rong shot!

Seeing these needle-type hidden weapons, he was more convinced that Duan Rong was the one who committed the Jie Lei and Xu Ruhu case!

Fan Yuanhai naturally knew what Duan Rong had smeared on his wound was evidently some kind of poison.

He immediately circulated true qi to seal the various meridians on the severed arm to prevent the poison from spreading from there to his organs.

Fan Yuanhai was most astonished that for a moment he was blank in spirit, almost in a fractured state.

Fan Yuanhai had never practiced Fetal Concealment Scripture, and the Divine Soul Wave was a technique that could only be performed after reaching the third level of the Fetal Concealment Realm, which he had never heard of.

In his view, Duan Rong making his mind go blank was obviously some kind of demon art from the Filthy Blood God Sect.

Duan Rong not only had the Filthy Blood God Protection but also possessed the strange means to attack the divine soul, which instantly made Fan Yuanhai feel worried.

Though Fan Yuanhai’s mind went blank for a moment, he managed to knock away the few flying needles Duan Rong shot, but when he tried to circulate true qi to seal the meridians on the severed arm, he found that within a breath, the poison was already about to spread past the shoulder!

Once the poison passes the shoulder, it would invade his heart meridian!

"This invasive speed..."

Fan Yuanhai felt a chill in his heart, suddenly recalling what forensic doctor Liu Kui said: the poison that Jie Daohan was afflicted with spreads far faster than the Corpse Rot Poison.

Fan Yuanhai’s face instantly turned dark as a pot bottom, swinging the iron fan to smash his own severed arm, for it’s too late to seal the meridians there with true qi.

His new arm wound was still bleeding when Duan Rong simply smeared a handful of poisonous powder on it. The First Grade Red’s toxicity was fierce, and with Duan Rong using such a large dosage, the poison naturally invaded Fan Yuanhai’s body like wildfire.

The various large and small meridians on Fan Yuanhai’s severed arm were already full of poison, spreading at a terrifying speed, almost reaching past the shoulder to directly invade the heart meridian.

In such haste, Fan Yuanhai simply couldn’t circulate true qi to immediately seal all the meridians on the severed arm.

Thus, he made an instant decision to break the arm and survive, directly using the iron fan to smash the arm at the base!

As he was about to swing the iron fan, Duan Rong immediately knew what he was up to, flashing into action and pouncing directly onto Fan Yuanhai.

Duan Rong used his own body to block Fan Yuanhai’s iron fan strike aimed at his severed arm. Because no matter whether his martial arts realm is low, neither his saber nor flying needles could block an attack from a martial artist of the True Qi Realm.

As Duan Rong pounced on Fan Yuanhai, Fan Yuanhai’s iron fan struck Duan Rong’s chest, with blood threads floating and writhing around Duan Rong’s body, gathering and swelling to absorb the strike.

Both seemed about to fall, as Fan Yuanhai could feel numerous slick blood threads squirming on his face, as if his whole face was covered with maggots and leeches, filling his heart with nausea.

Fan Yuanhai twisted his body, stepped on the ground, and tilted backward, dodging Duan Rong.

Just having stabilized his stance, Fan Yuanhai cried out in alarm, because at that very instant, the poison had already passed his shoulder, entered his heart meridian.

Fan Yuanhai, shocked and angry, did not hesitate; he swung the fan and broke off his left arm at the base, for the poison continued to spread from the severed arm.

A burst of blood spattered, revealing bone stubs on Fan Yuanhai’s bloodied shoulder.

The sudden intense pain made Fan Yuanhai dizzy, nearly causing him to collapse!

Standing nearby, Duan Rong was surrounded by floating blood threads as his divine sense penetrated Fan Yuanhai’s body, instantly feeling at ease, knowing the First Grade Red had invaded Fan Yuanhai’s heart meridian.

Fan Yuanhai immediately sat cross-legged in the dense forest, trying to circulate his breath to expel the poison.

Once the poison enters the heart meridian, it will spread throughout the body with each heartbeat. But if the heartbeat is sealed, even a strong martial artist of the True Qi Realm like Fan Yuanhai couldn’t last long. Moreover, if the poison is sealed in the heart, the heart would soon rot away.

Seeing Fan Yuanhai sitting cross-legged, Duan Rong merely watched him indifferently.

Duan Rong knew full well that Fan Yuanhai’s situation was different from Jie Daohan’s; Jie Daohan’s poison entered through the stomach and true qi could expel it. Thus, Duan Rong continuously harassed him while he was meditating to expel the poison.

But Fan Yuanhai’s poison entered the heart; the First Grade Red’s poison is exceedingly fierce; once in the heart meridian, there’s no hope of recovery.

Even if he does nothing now, Fan Yuanhai is bound to die.

Moreover, Jie Daohan was only poisoned by three silver needles, but the dosage he gave Fan Yuanhai...

If the vile doctor Shen Ping knew he just smeared a handful of First Grade Red powder, would he curse him for wasting it?

Within a few breaths, Fan Yuanhai’s poison had already spread into the meridians throughout his body, and true qi simply couldn’t expel it!

He suddenly opened his eyes, fierce light bursting from them!

He was a True Qi Realm Second Level martial artist and never thought Duan Rong, an Inner Breath Realm one, could kill him!

But he knew, today he was bound to die!

Surrounded by floating and writhing blood threads, with Filthy Blood Divine Skill protecting him, Duan Rong may not kill him, but even if he can’t kill, he can expose him.

As long as he rushes onto the official road and tells Zhu Qunxiang and the others, they wouldn’t spare Duan Rong knowing he’s the Filthy Blood Sect’s mole!

Fan Yuanhai suddenly jumped, leaping toward another direction to flee wildly.

Duan Rong was momentarily stunned, thinking Fan Yuanhai would counterattack before death, but didn’t expect Fan Yuanhai, close at death’s door, would still attempt to flee.

"No!"

Duan Rong’s heart jumped, immediately understanding Fan Yuanhai’s sinister intent, his figure sprinting to chase Fan Yuanhai.

But Fan Yuanhai was a True Qi Realm strongman with excellent lightweight skills, so how could Duan Rong catch up?

Yet just as Fan Yuanhai began performing his skills, within a few breaths, his vision doubled and his steps became unstable.

The poison was originally only in his meridians, but his frantic running caused it to invade the muscles and organs instantly.

He couldn’t see that he had turned fully red, bright as blood!

This color was much more intense than when Jie Daohan died!

Fan Yuanhai leapt up, his form halted midair, then fell straight down.

A few leaps behind him, Duan Rong cautiously stopped nearby, watching Fan Yuanhai fall to the ground.

Fan Yuanhai landed on his back, and Duan Rong watched clearly as his face turned as red as if it had been drenched in blood.

Duan Rong flicked his hand, sending a silver needle shooting into Fan Yuanhai’s brow, with no resistance.

Duan Rong’s heart eased as he exhaled, and with a thought, the floating and writhing blood threads shrank into his body through the pores.

While the blood threads wafted and wriggled, Duan Rong continuously suppressed his trypophobia, battling waves of nausea and irritation.

If there were any other way, he would never want to use Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

Duan Rong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, repeatedly disinvestigating with divine sense, his strained divine soul was guided into pain, and his glance displayed deeply weary colors.

He bit his teeth and walked with heavy legs toward Fan Yuanhai’s corpse.

Duan Rong approached, lifted Fan Yuanhai’s corpse, and slowly walked out of the forest, returning to the ruined temple.

He threw Fan Yuanhai’s body next to the headless corpse of Blood Monk Wu Xiang, then decapitated Fan Yuanhai with a single slash.

Under the intense stimulation of the bloody smell, the blood threads on the headless corpse of Blood Monk Wu Xiang were dry and ravenously hungry, and they immediately spread like wild grasses, climbing onto Fan Yuanhai’s corpse. Within a few breaths, Fan Yuanhai’s body turned into a dried corpse...