Chapter 192: Contest

"Boom ——"

A low rumble echoed through the forest, resembling an earthquake, which startled countless birds and beasts. Dozens of figures suddenly appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground, half-dead.

"Lord, Lord Saint, is this your ultimate move against the enemy? The most powerful technique in a group battle as rumored, capable of taking down dozens of people at once..."

"Lord Saint, we are truly honored to be able to personally experience your killing move..."

"Lord Saint... You are mighty..."

The people, lying in disarray on the ground, were barely holding onto their last breath, wailing pitifully. Some were foaming at the mouth, some had pale faces, and some seemed to have no strength left to even speak.

Lin Xing climbed up from the ground, looking disheveled. He gave Old Man Cang Song an awkward smile, his face blushing slightly.

Damn it, there was a miscalculation! This was the first time he had integrated the principle of connection into the technique of shrinking the earth into inches, and there was a bit of... an accident! Fortunately, no one was seriously injured; otherwise, Lin Xing's reputation would have been severely damaged.

"Cough, Master, every experiment is bound to face failure. Besides, failure is the mother of success. This is something to be thankful about!" Lin Xing tried his best to excuse himself.

"Ex, experiment!?" Cang Song's eyes went blank, and he fainted.

"Master! Master? How many more transfers do we need to reach the destination? How can you faint at this moment?"

... And then a large number of people fainted.

"Don't worry, even if you faint, I will carry your bodies, oops, I mean, your physical forms, to the destination!"

"Lord Saint, spare our lives!!"

There are always unexpected things, and Lin Xing encountered such an unexpected situation today.

Performing the technique of shrinking the earth into inches collectively is quite different from doing it alone. It's a bit difficult to control the direction and distance. Lin Xing looked up at the distant sky, and his gaze seemed to cross thousands of miles in an instant, pretending to be profound and far-reaching.

However, Lin Xing was muttering in his heart: I hope we don't fall into a gully.

"Everyone, get ready. We're setting off again!"

———— And Lin Xing's destination.

The headquarters of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect.

On the Poison God's sturdy face, there was no sign of his advanced age. His sharp gaze swept over the large group of people below. Compared with Yu Yangzi's heroic spirit, the Poison God had an extra touch of patience and resourcefulness, which was why Lin Xing had not considered subjugating him.

People who are too smart are not easy to control, and Lin Xing was too lazy to spend the effort.

"I'm sure you've all heard about the matter I want to discuss today," the Poison God stood at the highest point, his gaze passing over everyone in the room, and his tone gave no indication of his emotions.

Qin Wuyan's death had indeed saddened him, but more importantly, it was the truth hidden behind his disciple's death. As the leader of a sect, he had to prioritize the overall situation.

Those three clowns must be hiding something. But with the urgent situation at hand, the Poison God didn't have the time to interrogate them slowly. "Four elders representing the highest combat power of our Ten Thousand Venom Sect, along with several other guest elders and dozens of elites, were silently taken down by the enemy. I want to ask you all, what are your thoughts on this?"

The Poison God spoke calmly, and even his expression remained unchanged. But those with discerning eyes knew that this was truly terrifying. The Poison God was truly enraged this time!

An elder with white hair and beard stepped forward and said, "Sect Leader, this matter must be related to the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan Sect. Our Ten Thousand Venom Sect has had no conflicts with them. We cannot let this provocation go unpunished!"

Another elder stepped forward and said, "Sect Leader, I think we should consider this matter carefully. If Young Master Qin was truly killed by them, then we may need to reevaluate the strength of these two sects."

"Sect Leader, I think..."

This was a critical moment for the survival of the sect, and it was necessary to gather a wide range of opinions. No matter how smart the Poison God was, he couldn't compare to the collective wisdom of everyone. This kind of collective meeting hadn't been held for decades, and it was called to deal with the strange incident in Yangcheng.

More than ten elders expressed different opinions, and there were quite a few arguments and disputes during the process. The Poison God stood there, allowing the people below to argue, frowning and deep in thought.

After a long time, the Poison God finally opened his eyes. His bright gaze swept around, and the Poison God asked, "What, are there no other opinions?"

The voices below gradually died down. Amidst the rustling sounds, an elder finally stepped forward.

"Report to the Sect Leader!" This Elder Zhang spoke forcefully, his back straight, as if filled with boundless confidence. "Compared with the plans proposed by the previous elders, I actually think that there is an even more important matter for our Ten Thousand Venom Sect at present!"

After saying that, he casually glanced at the three young men in front of him, who were the Poison God's three disciples.

"What is it? Go ahead and say it."

"I earnestly request the Sect Leader to determine the successor as soon as possible to continue the legacy of our Ten Thousand Venom Sect!"

The loud voice resounded throughout the great hall, and everyone was shocked!

Determining a successor!

What an audacious thing to say!

Even though Qin Wuyan was recognized as the successor by the Poison God, there had been no official declaration. It was simple: the Poison God was still alive and in good health. Determining a successor would make him seem old!

But this elder actually spoke bluntly in front of the Poison God.

Proposing to establish a successor, was this a form of coercion!?

The Poison God was still right there!

The Poison God's gaze was sharp and intense as he stared at this elder. The elder was slightly taken aback, feeling a bit scared, but then he thought of something and summoned up the courage to continue, "Sect Leader, Young Master Qin's death has dealt a heavy blow to our Ten Thousand Venom Sect! Those in the Holy Cult who don't know may think that our Ten Thousand Venom Sect has no successor! Therefore, even if the Sect Leader blames me, I still have to speak the truth! I am utterly loyal to the Ten Thousand Venom Sect!"

"The rise and fall of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect hinge on this decision, Sect Leader!!"

The Poison God's fists clenched so tightly that his veins bulged, and his teeth gritted in anger. "Then, who do you think is the most suitable to be the next Sect Leader?"

The elder raised his head, puffed out his chest, and looked the Poison God directly in the eyes without fear. He said in a loud voice, "The position of the Sect Leader of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect must be legitimate, and the candidate should have deep qualifications. I believe that the only one who can qualified this position is the eldest Young Master ——"

"I object!"

Before he could finish speaking, another elder stepped forward, his eyes shining with determination, and said confrontingly, "The eldest Young Master is neither virtuous nor talented. Why should he be qualified to be the Sect Leader? I think the second Young Master is the one ——"

"Nonsense!!"

This elder was even more audacious, blurting out a curse directly in front of the Poison God, with an extremely arrogant attitude. "Except for the third Young Master, I don't think anyone else dares to take the position of the Sect Leader!"

After saying that, he even released his own aura, ready to engage in a fight.

The atmosphere in the entire great hall became tense as these three elders stepped forward. Everyone was wondering why these people were so bold today, daring to be so presumptuous in front of the Poison God.

Or did they have some hidden trump cards?

Everyone's gaze turned to the Poison God again. The Poison God had never expected such a situation.

These three disciples, although they didn't have much talent, at least they knew their limits. But now, what were they doing? Challenging him directly?

The Poison God couldn't help but think of the fact that the three of them had learned about Qin Wuyan's death ahead of time. These three must have some hidden cards.

However, the Poison God didn't care too much. Having been in the 江湖 for a hundred years, these three disciples were nothing but incompetent people who couldn't cause much trouble in his eyes. Even if they had made some progress, it was limited.

Without speaking to the three impudent elders, the Poison God had already marked them for death in his heart. His gaze turned back, and the Poison God stared at his three disciples.

The three of them stood casually. Perhaps because Qin Wuyan had died, they had become more arrogant. Instead of objecting to the suggestions of the several elders, they even showed triumphant smiles.

Arrogant smiles!

Did they really think he couldn't do anything to them!? The Poison God stared intently at the three of them and asked, "So, who do you think is more suitable to be the Sect Leader?"

The great hall fell silent, and everyone held their breath.

Perhaps this was just a test, or perhaps it was really time to select a successor. The Poison God's thoughts were always difficult to fathom. However, this was definitely a crucial moment!

As soon as the Poison God finished speaking, the eldest disciple couldn't wait to step forward and spoke eloquently, with confidence beaming between his eyebrows. "Master! The Ten Thousand Venom Sect has treated me like a father and a teacher. Now that the Ten Thousand Venom Sect is in trouble, your disciple is willing to go through fire and water for it! Although your disciple lacks some abilities for the position of the Sect Leader, I still want to give it a try!" Regardless of the content, the eldest disciple's tone clearly showed that he thought the position was his for the taking.

"Since you know you're lacking in ability, you might as well give up the position. Eldest brother, don't think you can secure this position just because you're the eldest. Throughout the generations, the position of the Sect Leader has been held by those with ability. Even an ordinary person would be better than you!"

The sarcastic words came out of the second disciple's mouth, as he confronted the eldest. He was not willing to yield an inch for the position of the Sect Leader.

The second disciple stepped forward and looked at the Poison God. "Master, without talking about other things, you must know my abilities. How can this good-for-nothing eldest brother compare with me? If it weren't for his good luck and relying on someone powerful, he might not even be as good as an ordinary disciple today. Your disciple thinks that I am more suitable to be the Sect Leader of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect."

The Poison God smiled. He didn't expect that his disciples had become so blindly arrogant.

"Very well! Very well!! You have great courage! You've truly demonstrated the spirit of taking on responsibilities without hesitation!" The Poison God turned to look at the usually low-key third disciple. "Third son, what's your opinion?"

The third disciple walked slowly, step by step. As he walked, he said unhurriedly, "The position of the Sect Leader can only be mine."

Before anyone could react, the third disciple suddenly pulled out two daggers and stabbed fiercely at the eldest and the second disciples!

"Once they're dead, won't the position of the Sect Leader be mine?"

No one had expected that the third disciple would make a move here!

This was the meeting hall!

The Poison God was standing right there!

The eldest and second disciples seemed to have been prepared as well. They instantly drew their weapons.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

The three of them engaged in a fierce battle. The light on their magic treasures flashed brightly, and spiritual energy surged.

"Huh!" With a shout, the third disciple took out a green object and scattered it in the air. The floor it touched quickly melted under the corrosion of the poison gas.

"Don't think you're the only one who's powerful!"

"You're courting death!"

The eldest and second disciples also took out their prepared items and started fighting on the spot!

Each move aimed at the vital parts, each move intended to kill, without showing any mercy! They almost didn't pay any attention to the Poison God!

"Shua!"

A long gash appeared on the third disciple's body. Fighting against two opponents, the third disciple quickly fell into a disadvantage. But as soon as the other two achieved something, they started fighting each other. The eldest disciple wielded a wolf-tooth club, and the second disciple had a large saber. When they clashed, sparks flew, and the clear sound echoed in the great hall, loud and bold!

The Poison God stood there and did not stop them.

In fact, he had already realized that these people might have a plan today. The Poison God, who had been scheming all his life, was waiting for the enemy's hidden move to appear. If these three disciples died, it wouldn't be a big deal. What he wanted to find out was the reason why these three were so bold.

Who on earth had given them such audacity!

As long as he remained calm, they couldn't cause too much trouble! Even if the three disciples had been bewitched, what could they do?

The elders below almost immediately showed signs of commotion. The elders from the respective factions of the three disciples also rushed over to join the battle. The other elders either took out their magic treasures and prepared for battle or were cautious and vigilant, looking around. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

The Poison God stood on the high platform, observing the fight among his three disciples while saying in a loud voice, "Don't panic and give the enemy an opportunity! Let these three rebellious disciples make a fool of themselves!"

The eldest disciple repelled the third disciple with a blow of his club and dodged a sneak attack from the second disciple. He laughed and said, "Rebellious disciples? Master, you'd better worry about yourself!"

The Poison God smiled, becoming even more certain of his speculation.

These three people had someone backing them!

"I don't know who gave you such audacity. But remember, this is the territory of our Ten Thousand Venom Sect, and no one ——"

"Boom ————"

Without any warning, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air and kicked the Poison God flying!

The Poison God was sent flying directly from the high platform, like a shooting star, and crashed into the wall with great force!

The Poison God, who had been talking and laughing casually just a second ago, was now in a sorry state. A clear and distinct footprint appeared on his chest, and the wall he hit cracked like a spider web.

It was just one kick! And it was a casual kick!

The Poison God, who was at the peak of the Upper Clear Realm, was kicked flying with just one casual kick and had no power to resist!

The elders were all stunned!

Everyone took out their magic treasures and was about to step forward when the person turned around. His aura erupted like a volcano, making him too imposing to look at directly. Just standing there, he was like a magnificent scene of lightning, thunder, and raging fire, making it impossible for anyone to resist!

With just one look, he made everyone lose the will to resist!

"I'm doing this on someone else's behalf. Idle people, get out of the way!" After saying that, he turned his head, the corner of his mouth curling into a triumphant smile, looking extremely wretched.

"Poison God, let me send you on your way on behalf of your disciples. What, is that okay?"

Lin Xing, who was pretending to be an ordinary passerby, stepped forward step by step, his spiritual power surging and suppressing all the elders. It would be best to preserve this combat power! As long as he got rid of the few diehards, that would be enough!

The Poison God's body trembled, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Where did this powerful expert come from? Could those three idiots have hired such a powerful person? Or was it —— The Poison God instantly felt a chill run down his spine and spread throughout his body!