Chapter 561 - 321: Roll Down Below and Suffer Your Punishment

Faced with this spear thrust, even if they wanted to dodge, it was impossible. They could only watch helplessly as the golden light swept across their bodies.

With a single thrust of the spear, eleven top experts of the Five Poison Sect were decapitated!

Noticing the commotion behind him, Yan Jingchen forced Pei Ze and the other two back with a single palm strike and turned his head to look.

He saw heads flying into the air almost simultaneously, smashing against the mountain rocks before rolling to his feet.

Blood sprayed from the headless corpses as they slowly collapsed to the ground.

THUD, THUD, THUD rang out incessantly.

The battlefield fell dead silent.

Pei Ze stopped Zhu Fangling and Li Yunjun from rushing forward. While circulating his Cultivation Technique to restore his True Essence, he looked at Chen Yi in awe.

"A formidable youth. Truly a formidable youth."

They had originally thought that even if the people from the Mountain Race couldn’t wipe out the Five Poison Sect completely, they could at least drive them out of Shu State once again.

Little did they expect that before they could even fully engage, the majority of the Five Poison Sect members who came to Shu State on this trip would already be dead or injured.

Moreover, those who died were among the top existences in the Five Poison Sect in terms of Cultivation and Technique.

Pei Qian felt much the same. Looking at the calm Chen Yi in the distance, he couldn’t help but think of Pei Guanli.

If this man could become the son-in-law of the Mountain Race, it would actually be quite acceptable.

Lan Yanni didn’t look at Chen Yi; instead, she stared at the corpses of Xue Chong and the others, licking her lips.

"Brother, do you think brother-in-law ’Dragon Tiger’ would mind if I asked him for one or two corpses?"

The bodies of the Five Poison Sect members contained highly toxic substances, making them rare materials for Refining Gu.

Naturally, her eyes burned with greed.

Pei Qian cast her a sideways glance. "Brother-in-law?"

Lan Yanni chuckled twice and said in a sweet, naive tone, "Sister Guanli’s husband is naturally my brother-in-law."

"You... go ask our brother-in-law later and see if he can spare a few more corpses..."

"Will do!"

With Xue Chong and the others dead, some were naturally joyous, while others... felt pure hatred.

Yan Jingchen stared blankly at the corpses scattered across the ground, as if completely unable to believe his eyes.

These were the Five Poison Sect members he had painstakingly trained over the past thirty years.

Xue Chong was at the Middle Fourth Grade in Cultivation and excelled at controlling snakes. He was in charge of Snake Valley within the sect, and his Snake Palm Cultivation Technique had reached Great Success.

The charming woman, Shi Lanxu, was at the Upper Fourth Grade. She practiced with a special Weapon—the Long Whip—and was exceptionally skilled at refining Poison.

As for the burly man...

Looking at the several Altar Masters and Elders of the Five Poison Sect, Yan Jingchen’s jade-like face grew increasingly calm.

After a long while, Yan Jingchen finally looked at Chen Yi. He unexpectedly revealed a faint smile and shook his head, saying, "I must admit, I’m getting old.

"Even if I were to fight them, I couldn’t have defeated their combined forces in such a short time, let alone kill every single one of them."

"Speaking of which," Yan Jingchen paused for a few breaths before asking with a smile, "I suppose Your Excellency ’Dragon Tiger’ must practice other Cultivation Techniques as well?

"Let me guess. The Soul-Catching Skill?

"Probably not. Soul-Capturing and Thought Extraction is similar to Poshisu Country’s Black Magic. Even if they were no match for it when joining hands, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a miserable state.

"The Buddhist Sect’s Vajra Evil-Passing shouldn’t be it either; you don’t have that sandalwood scent on you.

"The Daoist Sect..."

After guessing one by one, Yan Jingchen gave up and shook his head. "Having not walked the Jianghu for a long time, I have indeed underestimated the people of this world."

Chen Yi looked at him quietly, the killing intent in his eyes undiminished.

If he hadn’t noticed the plague poison appearing in Shu State this time, the number of dead and injured civilians would have been immeasurable.

How could he feel any pity for Yan Jingchen?

Scum of the Evil Demonic Dao like him completely deserved death!

Yan Jingchen was naturally aware of the current situation. He let out a self-deprecating laugh as the aura around his body inexplicably surged and skyrocketed.

Without any visible movement from him, the mountain rocks beneath his feet shattered ring by ring.

Following that, large swaths of poisonous fog drifted out from his cuffs, blending with the Poison Power previously released by the White Jade Skill to transform into a mass of pitch-black mist.

It didn’t look like Poisonous Miasma; instead, it appeared more like liquid ink.

Not only that, as Yan Jingchen erupted with power, his imposing aura climbed to its peak, stirring Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism around him to form hiltless daggers suspended in midair.

He looked at Chen Yi, then at Pei Ze’s group of three on the other side, the smile on his face growing wider.

"I have roamed the Jianghu unhindered for decades and experienced countless events, both big and small.

"I’ve fallen from the mountain peak to the bottom of the valley, and by relying on sheer resilience, I climbed from the bottom of the valley back to the peak. Do you really think I’d be frightened by this little display of yours?

"Pei Ze, didn’t you want to avenge your deceased son? I am right here! Come on!"

Looking like a madman, Yan Jingchen’s hair and beard billowed without wind. After shouting a few times, his gaze fell on Chen Yi.

"And you, ’Dragon Tiger’! Attack me together!

"If I don’t die today, you and the people around you will never know peace!"

Chen Yi remained noncommittal, simply glancing at Pei Ze’s trio opposite him, as well as Pei Qian and Lan Yanni hiding in the dark.

After a moment of thought, he gestured for them to step back a little before carrying his Long Spear and walking toward Yan Jingchen.

"I have no interest in your grudge against the Mountain Race, and I originally didn’t plan on attacking your Five Poison Sect. But alas...

"You all insisted on seeking your own doom.

"Yan Fusha was like this, and so are you. You’ve even gone further, intending to poison the common people of Shu State.

"For such deeds..."

As Chen Yi spoke, he took a step into the area enveloped by Yan Jingchen’s Fist Intent.

Black and white colors covered his body, casting him in an interplay of light and dark, while his figure inexplicably elongated by a few inches.

The next moment, his figure vanished abruptly.

Yan Jingchen seemed prepared for this, crossing his claws in front of his chest.

CLANG!

The tip of the Long Spear, dyed golden, struck against his twin claw blades.

A massive surge of force erupted.

Yan Jingchen’s body was uncontrollably pushed backward.

The smile on his face froze. He stared in astonishment at Chen Yi, who brandished the Long Spear and thrust again. "Your Power..."

Something wasn’t right!

Chen Yi’s Cultivation was only at the Fourth Grade Realm!

Even with Spear Dao Perfection, Great Success in Fist Dao, and Great Success in Step Dao, he could jump one major realm at most.

As for himself, he was already an Upper Three Grades Martial Artist thirty years ago.

Although he hadn’t broken through to the First Grade Realm now, he wasn’t far off.

Coupled with the surrounding Poison Power and Fist Intent, he should have been vastly stronger than Chen Yi.

Yet the current situation was the exact opposite.

At this thought, an idea suddenly popped into Yan Jingchen’s mind, nearly shattering his resolve to fight to the death.

Could it be that this Liu Wu also possessed the Martial Arts·Body?

Or some kind of Horizontal Cultivation Technique?

If not, how could his physical strength be so terrifying?

"You... how could your talent..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yi pressed his advantage mercilessly. After thrusting his spear, he leaped into midair.

The Long Spear pointed straight toward the heavens.

Dark clouds gathered in the previously clear night sky.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled within the clouds.

In less than two breaths, a deafening thunderclap exploded, followed by a bolt of silvery-white lightning descending from the sky to strike the Long Spear.

Even Chen Yi’s body faintly crackled with electrical sparks.

Yan Jingchen frowned slightly, but his reaction was not slow. He immediately scattered a cloud of toxic powder to obscure his figure and appearance.

At the same time, the hiltless daggers that had condensed in midair began to plummet.

They shot toward Chen Yi one after another.

The whistling sound of them tearing through the air echoed across the mountain forest.

Chen Yi remained unmoved, his gaze fixed entirely on Yan Jingchen.

Only when the daggers were close did he step forward.

His entire person turned into a blur of black shadow, threading through the gaps between the daggers like he was navigating a maze.

Moving forward one moment and retreating the next.

He dodged left and right, evading all the blades.

Meanwhile, the Long Spear in his hand remained wreathed in golden Spear Intent and electrical sparks, acting like a divine Weapon as it swept aside the surrounding daggers.

Yan Jingchen naturally wouldn’t just sit and wait for death. Watching Chen Yi steadily approaching, a victorious smirk crept onto his face.

Immediately, he spread his arms and lifted the pitch-black mass above him, then violently thrust his hands outward.

In the blink of an eye, the inky mass of poisonous fog split into two halves and surged toward Chen Yi, aiming to entangle him.

"I’ve cultivated for decades. My Poison Power will kill even Upper Three Grades Martial Artists upon contact!

"Let’s see how... Hmm?"

But before Yan Jingchen could celebrate for long, he saw a streak of white fluorescent light zip past.

When he looked again, the fluorescent light was already blocking the path of the poisonous fog.

Despite its incredibly tiny body, it showed no fear of the toxic mist and dove right into it.

Yan Jingchen was shocked and infuriated. "The Mountain Race’s Gu King?!"

That bee-like Gu Insect was none other than Granny Shan’s Gu Insect, which he had seen thirty years ago.

It was as if it had been refined specifically to counter their Five Poison Sect, capable of devouring any poisonous substance.

No matter how much he roared, that glowing white "bee" still devoured the massive, hill-sized cloud of poisonous fog entirely.

It took only three breaths.

Naturally, Chen Yi wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by. Ceasing the Wandering Dragon and Phoenix Step Technique, he switched to the Meteor Butterfly Step.

His body moved with the spear, arriving in the blink of an eye.

—Dragon-Falling!