Chapter 193: The Poison God takes a break

Without hesitation, the Poison God drew out the Zhan Xiang Si (Sword of Yearning Severance), and a delicate light shimmered. His body tensed up, and every movement was carried out with extreme caution. The opponent's formidable strength compelled him to go all out in defense!

Even though he knew it might be in vain, the Poison God had no choice but to do so.

There was no alternative!

With the Poison God's shrewd judgment, if he couldn't discern Lin Xing's true intentions, then his hundreds of years of life would have been in vain. With such great strength, how could this person be content to be driven by his own disciples? The true objective was likely the Ten Thousand Venom Sect!

Qin Wuyan was dead, and if his three disciples were to die as well, the Ten Thousand Venom Sect would be leaderless, presenting the perfect opportunity for someone else to take over!

Could it be that the Ten Thousand Venom Sect, on which he had spent his entire life's efforts, was about to fall into the hands of others?

A voice in the Poison God's heart told him: It's useless. This person is extremely powerful, and you can't defeat him!

Just from that single kick earlier, the Poison God could tell that the person before him was probably much stronger than Dao Xuan. Fighting against him would only result in defeat!

However, he had to fight! As the leader of the Ten Thousand Venom Sect, he had no choice but to fight. The opponent wouldn't spare him as the sect leader, as he would be a potential threat. Facing death, he had to fight!

There was no other option!

Without uttering a word, the Poison God's Zhan Xiang Si traced a graceful arc and lunged towards Lin Xing. It was a brief arc, yet filled with a menacing killing intent!

In the Poison God's hand, he threw out several venomous creatures that Lin Xing had never seen before. These creatures, having been raised for a long time, had developed a certain degree of intelligence. They changed their postures in the air and, in coordination with the Poison God's strength, attacked Lin Xing. Their sharp claws and teeth were probably no less formidable than those of the Seven-Tailed Centipede.

The Poison God stepped forward, and a mass of dark green substance emerged from a bottle. The Poison God immersed himself in it. The tables and chairs were rapidly corroded by the green venom, but the Poison God, within it, not only remained unharmed but even seemed to become a bit more robust.

At this moment, the Poison God didn't care about revealing some of his previously unseen trump cards and used them all!

"To have the courage to confront me, I must commend you for your bravery!" Lin Xing walked leisurely, taking a step forward and directly evading the arc slash of the Zhan Xiang Si and the attacks of the venomous creatures. In an instant, he was in front of the Poison God!

"However, sometimes, courage alone is not enough to succeed."

He gently struck out with his palm, very slowly, so slowly that one might doubt if their eyes were playing tricks on them!

The Poison God's green venomous gas seemed to tightly surround Lin Xing at first glance. But upon closer inspection, discerning people would notice that there was an almost invisible thin film on Lin Xing's body surface, which blocked all the toxic substances.

In fact, this poison couldn't harm Lin Xing, but he was so repulsed by the disgusting poison that he reluctantly put up a defense.

Lin Xing's palm moved forward gently, incredibly slowly. Yet, the Poison God across from him suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of inevitability, as if he couldn't resist it.

With all his might, the Poison God raised his hands as quickly as possible, channeling the spiritual energy throughout his body. His robe fluttered, making a whooshing sound. His hands moved at the utmost speed, leaving only an afterimage in the air!

He desperately tried to defend himself with all his strength.

However, Lin Xing's seemingly slow palm unexpectedly struck the Poison God's chest before their palms met!

It was a palm strike that defied common sense!

A palm strike that reversed the concepts of fast and slow!

The intense and overbearing spiritual energy was more ferocious than anything the Poison God had ever encountered. It burst through the meridians from his chest and spread to his hands and feet. Under a suction force, the Poison God's body didn't fly away but clung tightly to Lin Xing's palm. The continuous flow of spiritual energy shattered all the meridians in the Poison God's body!

"Boom!"

After confirming that the Poison God had lost his combat power, Lin Xing simply struck out with another palm. There was no artistic conception, no principle, and he didn't even bother to use any skills. It was just pure and powerful spiritual energy that directly shattered the Poison God's internal organs!

"Puff!"

Blood was sent flying by the spiritual energy beside Lin Xing. The Poison God's body quickly retreated and crashed into the wall. His head tilted to one side, and he was no longer alive. The Zhan Xiang Si traced an arc and swung back towards Lin Xing from behind. Lin Xing extended his finger and flicked it gently, and the sword hit the beam of the hall.

"Thud!"

The dull sound hung over everyone like a dark cloud. No one had expected that this ordinary-looking (disguised) young man would kill the Poison God so easily!

This required an extremely high level of cultivation!

Lin Xing also felt rather disappointed. Among the plans for the Ten Thousand Venom Sect, the Poison God was the only one he had pinned some hopes on. Unexpectedly, the Poison God was old, and with the lingering injuries from the battle at the Qingyun Sect, his strength wasn't even enough to warm Lin Xing up.

"Life is as lonely as falling snow..."

Lin Xing said softly, putting on an elegant expression. All the elders saw him standing in the hall, but not a single one dared to step forward—even if they could defeat him by attacking together, the first group to go up would definitely die! His strength was beyond question!

Moreover, many people even had the illusion that perhaps even the entire Ten Thousand Venom Sect combined wouldn't be a match for this monster.

Of course, among the people, there were those who were afraid and those who were delighted. The Poison God's three disciples all had expressions of joy on their faces.

"The Sir is so powerful!" The eldest disciple thought.

"With the Sir's help, the position of the Sect Leader is surely mine!" The second disciple was also daydreaming.

The third disciple was even more excited. Having been low-key all his life, he finally had his chance to shine. He walked over in quick strides and said eagerly, "Sir, thank you so much for your help! From now on, if you have any orders, the Ten Thousand Venom Sect will definitely do its best to assist!"

With a smug look on his face, he swept his gaze over the others, showing off his strength as if to flaunt it.

Strength that was enough to topple the entire Ten Thousand Venom Sect!

"Sir, you—" The eldest and the second disciples said simultaneously. Just as they uttered a few words, their bodies suddenly shuddered. They looked at each other, and there was deep fear in their eyes.

The three of them had actually hired the same person!

This "Sir" intended to help all three of them become the Sect Leader at the same time. Wasn't that ridiculous?

It was obvious, wasn't it? They were probably caught in someone else's trap! The three exchanged a glance and prepared to retreat.

"What, do you three want to break the agreement? If so, don't blame me!"

Before the three could speak, Lin Xing shot out three streams of spiritual energy from his hand. They were as swift and sharp as swords. The three didn't even have time to raise their magic treasures to defend themselves, and in an instant, their chests were pierced through!

The three of them fell to the ground!

Everyone in the entire hall couldn't help but gasp in shock!

The Poison God was dead!

The Poison God's disciples were all dead too!

The leaderless Ten Thousand Venom Sect was likely to fall into an unprecedented internal strife!

Or would this person take over the Ten Thousand Venom Sect? But doing so without proper authorization would probably lead to a series of negative consequences!

What should they do!?

Everyone was filled with anxiety. What was supposed to be a normal meeting had unexpectedly turned out like this. Who could have foreseen it?

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside: "Master——! Master——! Your disciple is late!!!"

Qin Wuyan, with his clothes in tatters, stumbled into the hall. When he saw the Poison God's body, he seemed unable to hold back his grief and trembled violently! His eyes were bloodshot, and he fell to the ground at once: "Master————!"