Chapter 324: Chapter 133: A Crushing Hunt, Yellow Springs Death Qi Shows Its Might; Dantian Qi Sea Transformation, Impending Breakthrough with Washing Marrow and Rushing Meridians
The colorless, odorless poison instantly invaded his body, carried by the rushing current of his blood!
Meanwhile, Cyan Snake, her maneuver a success, was doubled over in laughter.
She cast Ten Thousand Serpent Curse Binding again. Tendrils of black, snake-like smoke coiled toward the black-robed man’s feet, forcing him to continuously dodge!
Her Ten Thousand Serpent Curse Binding had a long casting time, and the black smoke wasn’t particularly fast. It was difficult to use effectively in a one-on-one fight and certainly couldn’t trap someone in the Divine Power Realm, especially not the Third Heaven.
But in a coordinated team battle, it was surprisingly effective.
A dignified master of the Third Heaven of Divine Power Realm had, in a moment of carelessness, been tripped up by her again!
In a battle between masters, every single moment counts!
It was during this opening that Chu Fan’s Poisonous Sand struck the black-robed man’s severed arm!
Cyan Snake was quite pleased with herself.
It seemed she had found the best Technique for using her Ten Thousand Serpent Curse Binding.
WHOOSH!
Chu Fan appeared before Cao Feng as if using Shifting Form and Shadow. "You’re already dead," he said lightly.
The pursuing black-robed man’s figure suddenly froze...
The Extreme Cold Qi, the Yellow Springs Death Qi, and the newly introduced Phantom Kill poison all erupted at once!
His vision blurred as illusions swarmed his sight.
It felt as though countless fine needles were piercing his organs, while his meridians were scoured by both ice and fire. His Primordial Qi spiraled completely out of control.
PUH!
The fresh blood he spat out was already pitch-black.
One knee gave way, and he fell to the ground with a THUD.
Only then did he manage to turn his head and look at his severed arm.
He saw that the flesh around the wound had turned black as ink, and the discoloration was rapidly spreading upward!
"Poison... When..."
His eyes filled with despair and indignation.
The next moment...
The black-robed man suddenly shot to his feet, a whirlwind of motion as he fled madly toward the valley entrance.
Chu Fan didn’t pursue. He just silently took the longbow from his back and nocked a Black Kite Arrow.
The bow was drawn like a full moon, the arrow loosed like a shooting star!
WHOOSH—!
The black-robed man tried to dodge.
But by now, the Extreme Cold Qi and Yellow Springs Death Qi had seeped into his very marrow, and the deadly poison was already corroding his heart and meridians. He could barely even stand, so how could he possibly evade this fatal arrow?
The arrow struck true, piercing through his back and exiting his chest, taking a spray of black blood with it.
His forward momentum halted. He collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then went still.
Only then did he finally understand.
He understood why his companion had screamed in agony after being hit by one arrow and had been unable to block the next...
This arrow could tear the soul apart!
...
The death of this black-robed man was like a death knell, tolling in the heart of the last of his comrades.
At this moment, that last black-robed man was sitting cross-legged inside his Imperial Golden Shield, which was now flickering, its luster dimmed.
Forced to watch as his companion was pierced through the heart by an arrow, a chill born of shared sorrow—colder and more piercing than the Ghost-faced Man’s Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand—sank into his bones.
When had a master from the Moon Worship Sect, even when facing agents from the Demon Suppression Bureau, ever suffered such a humiliating defeat?
But his own internal condition was just as dire.
The Extreme Cold Qi and Yellow Springs Death Qi from the Ghost-faced Man’s first three palm strikes were like stubborn vipers coiled in his major meridians, madly devouring his life force and Primordial Qi.
He channeled his Cultivation Technique with all his might, yet the light of his Imperial Golden Shield still grew slowly, but steadily, thinner.
Outside, that old fellow wielding the Demon-locking Chain was rapidly approaching.
’I can’t just sit here and wait to die!’
A crazed, resolute light flashed in the black-robed man’s eyes.
His Imperial Golden Shield wouldn’t last much longer, nor could it block a strike from the Demon-locking Chain wielded by that old man, whose strength was not much less than his own.
"Disperse!"
He abruptly withdrew his Cultivation Technique.
The translucent Golden Bell Shield shattered at his command, exploding with a BOOM.
Cao Yan and Li Qingxue, who had been hacking at the Golden Bell, were sent stumbling back by the blast!
The instant the Golden Bell Shield vanished, the black-robed man moved!
He didn’t run...
Instead, he attacked the Old Constable who held the Demon-locking Chain!
He knew the most dangerous person in this group was the one who used Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand.
But the one who could break through his Imperial Golden Shield was this old man holding the Spirit Soldier.
Moreover, the old man was a saber expert; though he held the Demon-locking Chain, he didn’t actually know how to use it!
’If I can kill him now and seize the Demon-locking Chain, I might still have a chance of survival!’
"Netherworld Ghost Claw!"
The black-robed man roared, his five fingers spread wide like a fan.
Wreathed in a foul wind and bone-chilling cold, he clawed straight for the Old Constable’s face!
This strike contained most of his remaining Primordial Qi and pushed the sinister venom of the Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand to its absolute limit.
It was so fast it left only a black streak in the air!
Although the Old Constable had been on alert, he hadn’t expected his opponent to drop his defenses and immediately launch such a ferocious counterattack.
Caught off guard, he could only hold the Demon-locking Chain horizontally in front of him as he retreated explosively.
CLANG!
The ghost claw scraped against the Demon-locking Chain, creating a piercing shriek of metal and a shower of sparks.
The Old Constable hastily released the chain and leaped back another twenty feet.
A look of delight suddenly appeared on the black-robed man’s face...
The next moment...
CLATTER CLATTER!
The Demon-locking Chain in his hand suddenly rattled and, like a living snake, coiled tightly around him!
The spikes on the chain dug straight into his flesh!
"AGH!"
The black-robed man screamed in agony!
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
Cyan Snake grimaced. "No one knows better than me just how much it hurts to be tangled up in that thing!"
But at that moment, no one was paying her any attention.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the black-robed man, ready to deliver the final blow!
WHOOSH!
Chu Fan’s figure moved like a Ghost Shadow as he flashed forward.
With a flick of his hand, one end of the Demon-locking Chain suddenly flew up and landed in his grasp.
Chu Fan gripped the chain, gave it a sharp tug, and then whipped it!
WHOOSH!
The tightly bound black-robed man was sent flying, then brutally slammed into the ground, carving out a large crater!
Chu Fan strode forward, raised his right foot, and brought it down on the black-robed man’s head!
CRUNCH!
The black-robed man’s head instantly exploded.
Chu Fan, still holding the chain, gave it a slight pull.
"Clatter, clatter."
As if it possessed its own Spirituality, the Demon-locking Chain detached from the corpse, shrank back to its original size, and recoiled around his wrist.
