Chapter 408: Chapter 407 Absolute Poison Gang
"Ah!"
In a flash of pain, Mo Yichen leaped to a higher vantage point. He looked down and sneered, "The King of Heaven certainly has some tricks, but this is our turf! Since you dared to barge in, you can leave your life behind! Men, release the poison!"
At his bellow, over a hundred Mo Sect Martial Artists on both sides of the canyon prepared to release poison. It was indeed a trap. At the rear of the canyon, hundreds more Mo Sect archers waited with poison-tipped arrows, ready to fire the moment Ye Fan’s group advanced.
Tian Can was at a loss. "Leader, what do we do?"
"Make way!" Ye Fan roared.
The martial artists immediately parted. Ye Fan charged toward the canyon entrance, making his move when he was still more than two hundred meters away.
"Slaughter Sword Dao!"
A domineering, fierce, and incredibly destructive wave of Sword Qi shot toward the canyon mouth, shocking the martial artists stationed there. They had just begun to loose their arrows when the Sword Qi struck. In an instant, dozens of them were torn asunder, their bodies blown to bits. Their previously orderly formation dissolved into chaos from that single strike. Such was the power of the Slaughter Sword Dao.
"Attack! Kill them all!" Ye Fan bellowed.
"Yes, sir!"
The Heavenly King Hall martial artists instantly regained their confidence. With blood boiling, they charged at the enemy.
Watching from above, Mo Yichen was enraged. Firing more arrows was now useless. He hadn’t anticipated that his carefully planned death trap would be so effortlessly shattered by that one sword strike, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
Am I really weaker than the King of Heaven? I refuse to accept this! My Absolute Poison Gang is almost complete. I’m supposed to be the most dazzling young genius in the world.
Severely wounded by Ye Fan, he was suddenly filled with bewilderment.
"Today, I will kill you!"
Ye Fan reversed direction and charged straight for Mo Yichen. It was clear that as long as Mo Yichen lived, they would remain constrained. Therefore, his goal was simple: kill Mo Yichen first, then Ancestor Mo. With both of them dead, the Mo Sect would surely collapse. The opportunity to kill Mo Yichen was here and now, but Ancestor Mo had yet to appear. Ye Fan knew Mo Yichen was treacherous and refused to let him live any longer, so he pressed his attack immediately.
"Fire the arrows!" Mo Yichen commanded.
He hadn’t expected Ye Fan to counterattack under these circumstances, so he immediately ordered a dozen members of the Mo Sect’s death squad to charge. The so-called death squad consisted of martial artists trained to have no fear of death. From the moment they joined, they ceased to value their own lives. These fearless, fanatical fighters were the most terrifying kind of foe. What’s more, all of them were Innate Experts.
But in front of Ye Fan, their efforts were futile.
With a single sword strike, the dozen death squad members were instantly blasted apart. At his current level, unless he faced a Saint-level Expert, his strength was already heaven-defying.
Mo Yichen couldn’t believe his death squad was no match for Ye Fan.
A volley of poison arrows filled the sky, but Ye Fan used his power to deflect them, sending them flying back toward the Mo Sect Martial Artists. Instantly, scores of Mo Sect members fell, dead or wounded.
"Useless trash!" Mo Yichen roared.
Despite his harsh words, he didn’t engage Ye Fan. Instead, he turned and fled toward the dense forest with Ye Fan in hot pursuit.
The chase led them deep into the Mist Forest. Or rather, it was a forest teeming with a poisonous miasma. Danger lurked with every step, forcing one to proceed with extreme caution. Ye Fan could sense Mo Yichen’s aura, but he couldn’t pinpoint his location. As someone who lived and breathed poison, Mo Yichen could use the miasma to perfectly conceal his aura.
However, he didn’t dare move. The slightest motion would alert Ye Fan to his position. He desperately wanted to kill Ye Fan in one fell swoop, but he knew it was impossible. He was simply no match for him; the gap between them was immense.
From his perch on a tree branch, he watched Ye Fan slowly approach. Refusing to let any chance slip by, he made his move, lunging at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan reacted instantly, his sword slashing Mo Yichen.
"Urk!"
Mo Yichen grunted in pain and immediately went back into hiding. While the sword strike hadn’t killed him, it had nearly cost him his life. Ye Fan’s strength was so terrifying it filled him with an incomparable despair.
DRIP... DRIP...
Black blood fell onto the leaves below, causing them to instantly wither and turn yellow. The poison was even more terrifying than sulfuric acid. He desperately clutched at the wound, but he couldn’t stop the blood from dripping.
Spotting the dripping blood, Ye Fan instantly attacked a large tree nearby.
"Not good!"
Alarmed, Mo Yichen quickly dodged.
BANG!
"Ah!" Mo Yichen cried out as he was grazed by the Sword Qi. He was, after all, cultivating the Absolute Poison Gang, the Mo Sect’s Supreme Technique! His achievements and strength were meant to be far beyond those of the previous two Sect Leaders. Yet, in this moment, he felt true despair. Ye Fan’s power was simply beyond comparison.
Ye Fan gave him no reprieve, striking out swiftly. Mo Yichen dodged like a beaten dog, panting heavily as he stared at his pursuer.
"Your time is up," Ye Fan said, walking step-by-step toward Mo Yichen.
Mo Yichen rasped, "King of Heaven, don’t push me!"
"And what if I do?" Ye Fan retorted.
His words were filled with domineering power. Mo Yichen didn’t dare test his limits. He shouted, "If I fight you with everything I have, I’ll take you down with me!"
"I’ve already fought my way to the Mo Sect’s doorstep. What more is there to say? It wasn’t me who pushed you; your Mo Sect pushed me first. I never wanted to be your enemy, but you all tried to kill me. So today, I will take your life."
Ye Fan was completely unfazed by Mo Yichen’s threat. At his level, what did it matter if Mo Yichen had cultivated the Absolute Poison Gang? In his eyes, even if Ancestor Mo joined the fight, it would be useless.
"Since it has come to this, let’s just die together!" Mo Yichen roared. Instantly, a black, intensely toxic fog erupted from his back. He had undoubtedly activated his Absolute Poison Gang.
The Absolute Poison Gang was a last resort, not meant to be activated until the final moment. The reason was simple: he had not yet truly mastered the Cultivation Technique. Activating it prematurely would come at an enormous price.
Ye Fan charged forward, but in the next instant, he was met with a barrage of venom. There was no room to retreat. Despite being a Supreme Level expert, Ye Fan could feel the mortal threat from the poison.
He retreated quickly, but the assault wasn’t over. Mo Yichen lunged forward in a frenzy, his entire body now seeping with the world’s most virulent venom.
A red, poisonous fog rushed toward Ye Fan. He instantly felt dizzy and disoriented; his combat power plummeted. He was overcome with a powerful urge to sleep as the red fog began to turn white.
At that moment, Ye Fan could feel the life force draining from his body.
The Absolute Poison Gang was terrifying indeed
