While everyone’s attention was drawn to the commotion caused by Lu Ming and his group, Zhu Wuneng had stealthily prepared a large basin filled with various poison pill powders.
“Come on! Open the barrier!”
Hearing Zhu Wuneng’s request, the sword cultivators from the Guiyi Sword Sect quickly tried to dissuade him. “Little Friend Zhu, it’s dangerous out there!”
“Just for a second, just one second! I have something to do! Look, they’ve even stopped attacking for now...”
Hearing this, the sword cultivators looked at the crowd outside. Indeed, everyone had ceased their assault because of the phenomenon Lu Ming had just triggered.
“Fine!” The three sword cultivators from the Guiyi Sword Sect exchanged looks and agreed.
Immediately, the three of them cautiously lowered the sword qi protective barrier. Seeing the spiritual shield drop, the Saint of the Desolate Soul Hall—who had been watching them closely—narrowed his eyes and began to creep toward them, hoping for a chance to kill that pig-head and seize his storage bag.
Right then, he saw the damn pig-head holding a basin filled with multi-colored powders. Just as he was wondering what that powder was, he saw the pig-head toss it straight out.
At the same time, the man-sized grey bird beside the pig-head violently flapped its wings. The moment the powder left the basin, it was caught by the wind and instantly spread into a vast, hazy rainbow mist. Because he was so close, the rainbow mist engulfed him head-on.
“Cough, cough, cough...” The Saint of the Desolate Soul Hall inhaled a mouthful of the poison powder, the irritation so intense that tears nearly streamed down his face.
“Pfft...” The next moment, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Not good! It’s poison!” he cried out in alarm. It wasn't that he was unprepared; it was just that he had never seen anyone release poison by walking out with a whole basin!
He wasn't the only one to notice; the others quickly realized the rainbow mist was toxic as well. Some managed to prop up spiritual energy shields, but it was too late. Almost everyone had inhaled some of the toxins.
“Damn it!” The Saint of the Desolate Soul Hall gritted his teeth in hatred. To think that he, a dignified Soul Transformation stage powerhouse, would fall at the hands of a Golden Core stage pig. He tried to strike at Zhu Wuneng, but the agile cultivators of the Guiyi Sword Sect had already raised their barrier again. Having inhaled a massive dose of the poison, he collapsed and breathed his last.
Looking at the Saint of the Desolate Soul Hall, who had died a miserable death with blood leaking from his seven orifices, the three cultivators from the Guiyi Sword Sect stared at Zhu Wuneng in horror. It was their first time seeing someone use poison like that. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel lucky that he was on their side. Otherwise, they would have been caught in that wave of poison too. The thought alone was terrifying.
“Curse it!” the Crown Prince of the Tianqi Dynasty swore. Just now, they had been so focused on guarding against Lu Ming that they had inhaled some of the poison themselves.
By this point, Lu Ming and the others had also noticed the situation. One sniff was enough for Lu Ming to recognize the toxins as the poison pills he had refined himself. He also knew it was his own people who had released it.
Lu Ming looked at Huang Tianbao’s lifeless body. Regardless of what state Huang Tianbao was currently in, he was, for all intents and purposes, dead. At this thought, he and Big Yellow exchanged a look. A flash of murderous intent flickered in both the man’s and the dog’s eyes.
They dared to kill their Old Third—they had to die! Furthermore, these people wanted to kill them as well... That made them enemies. If someone wanted to kill him and he didn't finish them off, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night! Even his food wouldn't taste good!
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, Lu Ming stored Huang Tianbao’s body away.
“Kill!!” At Lu Ming’s roar, Big Yellow and the others charged out without a second thought.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The grand battle erupted once more. Since many of the Crown Prince’s forces had been poisoned while caught off guard, they immediately fell into a disadvantage as the fighting resumed.
“A Dog’s Borrowed Might!” Big Yellow roared toward the heavens.
Boom!
Then, light and shadows flickered behind him as several phantoms appeared. The phantoms of Lu Ming and Big Yellow at the very front were clearly visible. Behind them were four more blurry phantoms, showing only their outlines without discernible features. This was the divine ability Big Yellow had gained from this latest breakthrough in cultivation.
Then, the crowd watched as the phantom of Lu Ming with Three Heads and Six Arms rushed forward, swinging a phantom little black whip.
Crack!
With one strike of the whip, a Soul Transformation stage cultivator already weakened by the poison screamed and was sent flying backward.
Whoosh!
Black smoke billowed as the phantom of Huang Tianbao swung the Hundred Million Soul Banner and smashed it down.
Bang!
That Soul Transformation stage cultivator was smashed to death on the spot. The two phantoms actually displayed perfect coordination.
Lu Ming, who was currently locked in combat with the Crown Prince and his group, couldn't help but swear when he saw this. “Holy crap, that’s incredible...”
What a move, 'A Dog’s Borrowed Might.' That phantom actually possessed eighty percent of his own combat prowess. Wang Defa and the others were also stunned. Good grief, their Second Sect Master was terrifyingly powerful!
Ji Chen and the Guiyi Sword Sect members were equally shocked. They never imagined that this Foundation Establishment stage big yellow dog would be so formidable. No wonder these people called it the Second Sect Master.
In contrast, the expressions of the Crown Prince and his group were hideous. They never expected that a situation that should have been a guaranteed victory would turn into such a disaster.
Bang!
At that moment, a Soul Transformation stage cultivator beside the Crown Prince was blasted apart by Lu Ming’s staff. Even the primordial spirit in his sea of consciousness was annihilated.
“Brother, this is a lost cause! We need to retreat!” the Third Prince shouted to the Crown Prince, his face pale. In just this short amount of time, more than half of their people had been killed or injured. If this continued, they might all end up dead!
“Crown Prince, open the array! Let’s retreat!”
“Retreat!”
Hearing everyone’s cries, the Crown Prince hesitated. If he missed this opportunity, it would be difficult to strike again. Just then, amidst the earth-shaking battle cries and the drifting blood mist, a heart-wrenching, shrill scream suddenly rang out.
“Help me...!”
The source of the scream was the Saint of the Beast Taming Sect. He no longer looked like a proud Saint; his clothes were shredded and his body was a bloody mess. His bones had been shattered and his tendons snapped by the Old Turtle’s brute force, leaving him slumped on the ground.
Lu Ming and Big Yellow had originally intended to kill the Saint of the Beast Taming Sect themselves, but the Old Turtle had begged them to leave the opportunity to him. It was because of his failure to protect him that the Third Sect Master had met with disaster. This great grudge should be settled by his own hands.
The Old Turtle pulled his head back into his hard shell. His spiritual energy suddenly surged, and the patterns on his shell glowed with a cold, sinister light. Then, his body shot up like a cannonball and smashed toward the Saint of the Beast Taming Sect again!
Terrified, the Saint of the Beast Taming Sect scrambled to prop up a golden protection magical artifact.
Boom!
A deafening collision rang out as the Saint’s protection artifact shattered instantly. He had no time to dodge and was struck full-force by the massive impact, his body sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
Pfft!
Another spray of hot blood erupted from his mouth, his aura instantly withering to the point of near-extinction.
“Help!” he hissed, using the last of his strength to scream for aid.
“Saint!” The surviving cultivators of the Beast Taming Sect saw this and tried to rush forward to save him.
Bang! Bang!
Bao Duoduo, covered in blood with the bumps on his head glowing with seven-colored light, blocked their path. “Die!”
The Old Turtle roared and dove down once more.
Boom!
Flesh and blood splattered as the Saint of the Beast Taming Sect was killed on the spot. The Old Turtle shook the blood off his shell and took to the sky again, smashing toward the other cultivators of the Beast Taming Sect.
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