Invincible Over the World
Chapter 285 - 285 285 Taiyin Demon Sound

285: Chapter 285 Taiyin Demon Sound 285: Chapter 285 Taiyin Demon Sound Cui Duojie watched Huang Xiaolong’s departing figure and sneered coldly.

“Huang Xiaolong, is it?” A cold gleam flashed through his eyes.

Cui Li and the others watched in the direction Huang Xiaolong had left, not noticing Cui Duojie’s unusual expression.

At that moment, Cui Duojie came to Cui Li’s side and said, “Lili, I see that this person has a soft yet sinister look in his eyes, surely a sly and cunning person.

It would be better if you interact less with him in the future.”

Upon hearing his words, Cui Li turned her head, her beautiful eyes staring intently at Cui Duojie, filled with indignation and anger.

Seeing her reaction, Cui Duojie stopped talking.

Not long after Huang Xiaolong left, he returned to his tavern room.

Once back, he swallowed a droplet of Earth Core Buddha Milk and practiced the Sumeru Divine Skill.

While Huang Xiaolong was swallowing Earth Core Buddha Milk and practicing the Sumeru Divine Skill, in a secret chamber under a city not far from Sword Emperor City, a young man robed in black, with faint green traces around his eyes, was coldly watching a middle-aged man kneeling before him.

On the young man’s black robe was a conspicuous character for “Poison.”

“Are you saying that not only did Ma Lai and the others fail to bring back the two Cui girls, but they were also killed!” The young man said coldly.

The middle-aged man, sensing the murderous tone in the young man’s voice, trembled and hastened to say, “Young Master, it was an accident.

We didn’t expect someone to suddenly appear and rescue the two Cui girls.”

“Who was it?” the young man sneered.

“A lad named Huang Xiaolong,” the middle-aged man replied respectfully.

“He knows Cui Li and should also have come from Snow Continent.”

“From Snow Continent.” The young man’s voice turned cold, “No wonder he doesn’t know his own limits, daring to kill even a disciple of my Poison Saint Sect.” As he spoke, a suppressive aura surged forth, and a layer of shattered ice began to form on the chamber floor.

The shards of ice were black.

This young man was none other than Hu’er, the Young Sect Master of the Poison Saint Sect.

The middle-aged man was Poison Saint Sect elder Qiao Liang.

Hu’er addressed Qiao Liang, “Next, you know what to do without needing my instructions.”

“Yes, subordinate understands,” Qiao Liang replied respectfully.

“Subordinate will surely capture Huang Xiaolong and bring the two Cui girls before the Young Master.”

“You may leave.”

“Yes, Young Master!”

The night quickly passed.

Huang Xiaolong practiced within the Sumeru Divine Palace for a while, and when he emerged, dawn was breaking.

During these days, Huang Xiaolong had also persisted in practicing the Ancient Puppet Technique and the Soul Skill of the Soul-breaking Pearl, feeling his Spiritual Power growing much stronger.

Huang Xiaolong believed that it would not be long before he could cultivate his Ancient Puppet Technique to the Third Level.

After coming out from the Sumeru Divine Palace, Qin Yang, Li Fei, and two others had been awaiting Huang Xiaolong in the tavern; they settled the bill, left the tavern, and not long later exited Sword Emperor City to continue on their way to the City of Gods.

Of course, before leaving, Huang Xiaolong’s Asura Ring had been filled with a considerable amount of fine wine.

After leaving Sword Emperor City, the five chose a mountain path to travel.

While on the road, Huang Xiaolong did not summon his Martial Soul; even so, his speed was extremely fast, with Qin Yang and the others barely able to keep up.

“It seems I need to find an opportunity to refine a flying sword,” Huang Xiaolong thought to himself.

Huang Xiaolong’s Yijinjing had reached the Twelfth Form: Tail Dropping, and his inner strength was more than tenfold stronger than in his previous life, barely enough to undertake sword flight.

Once Huang Xiaolong cultivated Yijinjing to Little Perfection, and innate true essence emerged in his dantian, he would be able to cover dozens of miles in an instant with sword flight.

Suddenly, the advancing Huang Xiaolong came to a halt.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong stop, Qin Yang and the others felt it odd but stopped as well.

Just as Qin Yang was about to step forward in confusion, Huang Xiaolong suddenly turned around, looking towards a desolate slope behind him, and said with a cold laugh, “How long does Your Excellency intend to follow me, and aren’t you planning to show yourself?”

Qin Yang and the others were taken aback.

At that moment, a weird and unexpected laugh rang out, after which a figure appeared from that desolate slope.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, and the word ‘poison’ on it was particularly conspicuous.

“The Poison Saint Sect!” As soon as Qin Yang saw the person’s attire, his face changed and he exclaimed in shock.

It seemed he was aware of the Poison Saint Sect.

The figure, seeing Qin Yang’s reaction, seemed very pleased and let out another strange, screeching laugh that sounded owl-like and extremely grating to the ears, causing Qin Yang and the others to feel as though needles were piercing their eardrums.

“This is the Taiyin Demon Sound!” At that moment, Huang Xiaolong’s voice rang out, and an invisible Buddha power emanated from him, enveloping Qin Yang and the others, finally dispelling the needle-piercing sensation in their ears.

“The Taiyin Demon Sound!” Qin Yang’s face changed again at this revelation.

In the Martial Soul World, there were some combat skills that were extremely malicious and terrifying, and the Taiyin Demon Sound was one of them.

The Taiyin Demon Sound was an aural combat skill, affecting victims by starting with a needle-prick sensation in the ears, followed by an intense headache that felt like the head was about to burst, and finally, one would die with blood flowing from all seven orifices, their brain tormented as if incessantly stabbed by thousands of needles.

Seeing that Huang Xiaolong had broken his Taiyin Demon Sound, the figure could not help but be taken aback and unexpectedly looked at Huang Xiaolong, “Is this Buddha power?!”

Generally, only those who cultivated the Buddha World’s divine skills to a very high realm and were recognized by the Buddha World could possess Buddha power, and in the entire Martial Soul World, there weren’t many who had it.

“Hehe, Elder Jin, how about that?

I told you, this kid isn’t so easy to deal with,” another voice chimed in at this moment, and another figure appeared, it was none other than the Poison Saint Sect’s elder Qiao Liang, who was ordered by the Young Sect Master Hu’er to capture Huang Xiaolong.

Long Elder Jin Zhong’s face darkened.

Qiao Liang, looking towards Huang Xiaolong, was actually surprised as well, not expecting Huang Xiaolong to be able to break Jin Zhong’s Taiyin Demon Sound.

“No wonder Your Excellency dares to kill my Poison Saint Sect’s disciples, turns out there’s some real power,” Qiao Liang then said with cold eyes, “However, for hundreds of years, anyone who has killed my Poison Saint Sect’s disciples has ended up with poison running through their veins and their body gnawed upon by myriad insects until death!”

Huang Xiaolong stepped forward calmly, “Those who have wanted to kill me are no less than ten thousand, but in the end, all have been killed by me.”

What Huang Xiaolong said was the truth.

Over the years, on his journey, countless people had wanted to kill him, but they all ended up dead by Huang Xiaolong’s Shura Blade or in the palm of his hand.

“Arrogance!” Elder Jin Zhong laughed coldly, his eyes flashing with a bizarre ice blue light.

Qiao Liang clapped his hands together, and then figures moved rapidly, a group of black-clothed individuals dressed in Poison Saint Sect’s disciples’ attire constantly emerged, heavily encircling the group of five, numbering over fifty to sixty people.

Qin Yang and the others, watching the Poison Saint Sect disciples surrounding them, changed their expressions again.

The four could tell that the disciples of the Poison Saint Sect were all quite strong, and although they were no match for them in single combat, there were just too many of them—the enemies were more than tenfold their number—and every disciple of the Poison Saint Sect was intensely poisonous.

A slight mishap could lead to contamination by their poison, the consequences of which were evident.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the Poison Saint Sect disciples encircling him from all sides, still calm.

Elder Jin Zhong and Qiao Liang, seeing Huang Xiaolong’s calm demeanor, exchanged a glance.

They could tell that Huang Xiaolong’s calmness did not seem feigned.

Could it be that Huang Xiaolong had reliance on something else?

(To be continued.

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