Chapter 190: Three disciples come to mourn

The day after Lin Xing's secret meeting.

The Ten Thousand Venom Sect.

The buildings were exquisitely decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, spacious and bright.

The Poison God sat upright on the sect leader's throne, his face solemn, as if deep in thought about something. The great hall was deathly silent, without a single sound.

Everyone knew that when the Poison God was thinking, he disliked being disturbed by outsiders. Anyone who wanted to see the Poison God had to make an appointment in advance.

The Poison God really put on a lot of airs!

However, today, something seemed to have gone wrong. The Poison God was deep in thought about important matters when suddenly there was a noisy commotion outside. The chattering sounds were extremely annoying!

The Poison God, who was still considering the cooperation between the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost King Sect, had his train of thought abruptly interrupted. He slammed his hand on the chair with a thud, and the dull sound echoed in the great hall.

"Who's making all this noise! Get in here now!"

The Poison God was furious. He had clearly said not to make noise, yet someone still dared to disturb him!

This was simply outrageous!

With a creak, the great door opened. Three figures rushed in eagerly, both impatient and filled with anxiety.

Their faces were full of sorrow.

The Poison God's eyes instantly turned sharp!

"You three! Why are you back here instead of staying outside? Don't you know that our Ten Thousand Venom Sect is in a critical situation? If something goes wrong, who can bear the responsibility!"

The three of them exchanged a glance, then suddenly fell to the ground and burst into tears, their tears flowing like a river. "Master! We're heartbroken!"

"Master! It's truly the jealousy of the heavens towards our Ten Thousand Venom Sect!"

"Little Junior Brother was so young, yet he passed away. The heavens really have no mercy!"

"Master..."

A fierce murderous intent instantly spread, and the three people lying on the ground all shivered. The wailing sounds that had just filled the air suddenly stopped!

The Poison God's right hand tightly gripped the armrest of the chair, and the handle made of metal was actually indented by his grip. The Poison God stared at the three people below, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "What... did... you... say!"

His sharp gaze was too intimidating to look directly at. The air around the Poison God whistled, and the spiritual energy surged like a boiling tide, as if at any moment, it could take the lives of the three people below.

The killing intent enveloped them all nakedly!

The leader of the three, who was also the eldest among them and rather plump, forced out a few more tears and wailed, "Master! Junior Brother... Junior Brother was killed by the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost King Sect in Yangcheng! Master, your disciple implores you to seek justice for Junior Brother!"

"Nonsense!"

In his anger, the Poison God blurted out a curse.

With the elite elders of our Ten Thousand Venom Sect around, who could kill him! You, you, and you! Do you perhaps have a grudge against your Junior Brother and are worried that he'll snatch your position, huh?"

"Master! Your disciple is telling the truth. Please see clearly, Master!"

"Yes, Master, Little Junior Brother died injustice!"

"Master!"

The Poison God's a blackout in front of my eyes, almost losing my balance and falling down.

Could it be true!?

Although his disciples were not very capable, that was only in comparison to the requirements for the position of sect leader. But compared to ordinary people, they still had some sense. They wouldn't be able to tell such an obvious lie!

Could it be that his disciple had really —— The Poison God's old wounds had not yet healed, and due to his advanced age, his mind was severely shocked. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

"Puff!"

The bright red blood stained the front of the Poison God's clothes. The three people below saw this and their faces showed a hint of unease.

After a while, the Poison God recovered and looked up at the three people below, his face calm. "Even if Wuyan really had an accident, and I, as his master, haven't heard of it yet, how did you three know about it?"

"Or is it that Wuyan's death was planned by you?"

The Poison God's face was calm, but beneath that calm was an indescribable anger, which could be felt through the violently fluctuating air!

"Master, Master, your disciple came back with the sole intention of mourning for Little Junior Brother ——"

"You just want the position of sect leader!" The Poison God interrupted mercilessly, looking at the three people below with a complex expression in his eyes.

These three good-for-nothings, he had originally thought of killing them directly. But if he really couldn't find a successor in the end, he would have to settle for the second best!

The Poison God stared fixedly at the three people below, and with a wave of his hand, he said, "Get out! I will investigate Wuyan's matter. Don't let me find out that you're involved!"

"Master, your disciple is truly grieving for Little Junior Brother ——"

"Get out ————!" The Poison God's face turned red with anger, and his roar echoed throughout the great hall, scaring the three people so much that their bones turned to jelly. They crawled and ran out of the hall.

The Poison God's expression changed rapidly. He had never expected that things would turn out like this in the end! Was his most proud disciple really dead?

What about Cang Song and the other four, and all those elders? Were they just sitting around doing nothing? Why hadn't they come back yet? Could it be that they had also fallen victim? That would be terrifying!

And where did these three good-for-nothings get their information?

The Poison God had a bad premonition. The crisis that the Ten Thousand Venom Sect had never faced in a thousand years seemed to be right in front of him!

After thinking for a long time, he walked out and struck the huge bell beside the great hall a few times. The dull and majestic sound carried far, reaching hundreds of miles away.

"Emergency assembly!"

"It's the sect leader's summoning order!"

"Why did it ring all of a sudden?"

In the sky, there were brilliant lights, and various magic treasures were flying. All the members of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect in the nearby area rushed here at the fastest speed.

For those who were too far away to hear, there were special people sent to inform them.

This was an emergency order to summon the highest-ranking elders and elites of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect! All the members of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect would gather here as quickly as possible within the shortest time!

This was a matter of life and death!

"Two Junior Brothers, for the sake of our brotherhood, I advise you to give up the position of sect leader. You can't defeat me." The Poison God's eldest disciple said as he walked. With no one else around, he could be as bold as he wanted.

"Oh? Senior Brother is so confident? Aren't you afraid that the wind will be too strong and you'll bite your tongue?" The second disciple retorted without giving an inch. "Could it be that there's a celestial being coming down to help you? Hahaha!"

The second disciple laughed triumphantly, as if he was already certain of victory.

"A celestial being coming down?" The eldest disciple shook his head slightly. He wasn't angry at the second disciple's words. Instead, he seemed somewhat pleased. "Although not, it's enough to deal with you."

"Pfft!" The second disciple didn't even bother to reply. He raised his head and walked straight away, acting extremely arrogantly.

"Stupid!" The eldest disciple didn't care. He seemed to regard the second disciple as a dead man and walked in the opposite direction.

Only the third disciple, who remained standing there, had a strange expression on his face. After a long time, he slowly said, "A celestial being? Hehe, with the help of the Sir, even celestial beings are useless!"

All three of them were confident of victory!