Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 905 - 13 Poison [Vote for monthly ticket!]

Chapter 905: Chapter 13 Poison [Vote for monthly ticket!]

The Demon King Yi rarely showed himself, and the Immortal Cultivation World knew little about the Dao he cultivated.

The ability he possessed to encapsulate people in cocoons and digest them was actually a natural Divine Skill of his demonic nature, not a capability of the Dao. What he truly mastered was the Dao of Spirit Exclusion.

The Five Elements Wood was also divided into Yin and Yang paths, where the Yang Wood was called ’Everbloom,’ representing the vitality of the Five Elements Wood, capable of absorbing the breath of living beings between heaven and earth to extend one’s lifespan; the Yin Wood was called ’Spirit Extinction,’ representing the killing intent of the Five Elements Wood, capable of transforming into potent poisonous Spiritual Power to plunder the lifespan of living beings in the world.

In short, the power of the Dao of Spirit Extinction was "poison."

The Yang Wood nourishes the body with spirits, and the Yin Wood kills people with poison.

At the levels of Wen Dao and Tianyuan, there was hardly any poison that could work. Unless one used specific Spiritual Medicines deliberately refined to target certain Dao or Cultivation Techniques.

A strange poison that worked against all cultivators was almost non-existent.

But the Dao of Spirit Extinction was an exception.

The purple venom that the Demon King Yi had evolved could corrode and scorch even the robust body of Martial Monk Qu Hu upon contact, not daring to maintain contact for long. Combined with his innate Divine Skills, when he encapsulated his victims in the cocoons, this poison could decompose them at an alarmingly rapid rate. It was because of this that he had achieved his current level of cultivation.

Qu Hu, as the Abbot of Chonglou Temple and the State Preceptor of the reigning dynasty, had powerful cultivation within the Eighth Realm, certainly not to be compared to the likes of Immortal Yuan Lu. However, facing the Demon King Yi still did not bode well for him.

Boom boom boom!

Within the corridor, the bodacious figure of the old monk instantly vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the Demon King Yi, his arms like coiling dragons, striking down fiercely in the pose of a tyrant lifting a cauldron.

Bang—

The Demon King Yi only had time to protect his body with his wings before being slammed to the ground by this attack, without any time to resist. The Daoist Master Wu Ju allowed one to do as one wished, moving instantaneously after making a move, giving no time for reaction.

After pinning the Demon King Yi to the ground, Qu Hu landed three successive punches on his back.

But after the flurry of blows, it was the old monk who first darted away, pulling back.

Because he found that his fists had been eroded by the strange purple poison, emitting a sizzling noise, penetrating skin and flesh in an instant, with the depth of the wounds nearly reaching the bone.

Qu Hu circulated his Cultivation to expel the venom, and gold light flowed several times before finally scattering the purple liquid at the wound. Only then did he run his Cultivation Technique to heal, promptly replenishing his skin and flesh.

During this brief moment, the Demon King Yi had already stood up.

He had changed his appearance once again, his skin radiating purple, his eyes revealing ferocity — he had transformed into a "poison man"!

"Your punch is heavy," murmured the Demon King Yi, "but it is useless. The flesh and blood you lose will immediately heal my injuries."

Chu Liang watched from the side, feeling that this form of poison was somewhat like a different form of "Jiuli Soul Armor."

Even if one wounded him, one would be hurt by the strange poison, and as long as he was injured, it would replenish his vitality for him.

This was essentially a "Poison Armor."

For Martial Monks proficient in close combat, this indeed posed a bit of restraint.

But Qu Hu had been through more than thousands of battles, so it was impossible for this tactic to completely restrain him. The old monk bellowed, his body radiating golden light, and pushed both palms forward.

Out of thin air, two golden palms shot towards the Demon King Yi with ferocity!

If he couldn’t use his physical body to touch, then he would attack with Divine Skills — this approach was flawless.

The Demon King Yi also lunged forward, attempting to block, but in the next instant, the golden light before him vanished and suddenly appeared behind him.

Bang bang!

The two palms solidly stamped on his back, knocking the Demon King Yi to the ground once more.

Qu Hu showed no mercy, his finger movements a blur, as the golden light swirling in mid-air instantly transformed into a Demon slaying Golden Mace, with unbreakable sharpness, aiming to puncture the Demon King on the spot!

Hiss!

...

As the mace hit the ground, blood spurted out, and even the blood of the Demon King Yi was purple.

"Hehe," yet he laughed, "Why not strike again?"

He saw his right palm blocking the Golden Mace, penetrating fiercely, but when the mace reached his chest, it began to tremble, unable to pierce any further.

Qu Hu clasped his hands together, pressing down with force, yet his arms couldn’t stop shaking.

The Demon King Yi slowly stood up, spitting out the blood from his mouth and then grasped the Golden Mace with his left hand, slowly eroding and dissipating it with purple light.

"He has more than one kind of poison!" exclaimed Du Wuhen.

Chu Liang had already noticed this, a colorless and odorless spiritual energy diffusing into the air, unconsciously resolving the cultivation of those who inhaled it. It wasn’t until they tried to use their Divine Skills that they realized their True Yuan had melted away like ice and snow.

Despite frantically circulating the Zhou Tian within his Qi Sea, the rate of production could never keep up with the speed of dissipation.

"That’s right," Demon King Yi raised his hand, showing off the purple venom, "This is called ’Musk Sack’, and what you all inhaled is called ’Drunken Guest’. Drunken Guest is colorless and odorless. By the time you notice, your cultivation has dissolved, your bones weak and tendons lax. Then with Musk Sack to dissolve further, your power can become part of my cultivation."

As he said, the armored soldiers behind Chu Liang couldn’t stand any longer and collapsed one after another. Du Wuhen was also feeling weak in his hands and legs, struggling to stand up against the wall and shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "I’ve always said the things I hate the most in this life are gambling and poison."

Chu Liang’s cultivation was slightly higher, so he wasn’t in such a sorry state, but he had little strength to spare.

Qu Hu stood before Demon King Yi, also speaking with emotion, "The Greenforest Demon King truly is formidable."

Though he said so, the old monk still assumed a stance, bending his body and striding forward, ready to face the enemy.

"You still dare to block me?" Demon King Yi’s gaze turned cold, and he suddenly leaped forward.

Boom—

This time it was his fist that came down. Qu Hu should have dodged using the Daoist Master Wu Ju’s technique, but with insufficient True Yuan, he could only move three yards away before Demon King Yi followed and sent him flying with a punch, smashing heavily into the wall at the end of the corridor.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss!

Demon King Yi didn’t waste any time. Once his punch sent the old monk flying, thousands of white threads sprayed from his back, quickly cocooning everyone present!

"Argh..." Qu Hu mustered his strength to tear open the forming cocoon and attempted to fight back.

Demon King Yi stepped forward and struck out with another palm, Boom—

Even with the martial monk’s formidable physical body, he was powerless with his True Yuan depleted, and the palm strike pinned him against the wall, blood spurting from his mouth, unable to move.

Hiss hiss hiss—

The white threads promptly wrapped around him, transforming Qu Hu into a large cocoon as well.

In just a short moment, the entire corridor was filled with white threads and large cocoons, drops of purple liquid falling down, resembling a demon’s lair.

Not a single one could stand against him.

Just as silence fell, the crunching noise of gnawing resounded, and at the end of the corridor, a small cocoon shook slightly and a rounded little head suddenly emerged.

The one breaking out of the cocoon so easily, naturally, was the Heaven Devouring Beast Tuntun.

Demon King Yi watched Tuntun from a distance, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Before he could step forward, there was a sudden noise from behind him.

As it turned out, Immortal Yuan Lu, who had been the first to be cocooned, had managed to break out after relentless effort.

Pop!

Immortal Yuan Lu emerged from the large cocoon covered in purple liquid, making strange noises, "You dare treat this Demon Lord like this, truly despicable. If it weren’t for my cultivation not being at its peak today, I would’ve skinned and dismantled you! To cause trouble in Sky-north Prison, as if you don’t know whose territory this is..."

As he spoke on, his voice got fainter and fainter.

He hadn’t expected that in the short time he was sealed, this fellow had taken care of everyone already?

The Greenforest Demon King, so terrifying!

"Get lost, I won’t kill you," Demon King Yi said without even bothering to look at him.

Although both were Eighth Realm cultivators, there was still a gap even within Tianyuan.

The disparity in strength between Eighth Realm cultivators could be much more exaggerated than at lower realms; a slight difference could mean a gap equivalent to the strength of several Seventh Realm cultivators.

However, even if weaker, he still stood as an opponent within the same realm and could cause a slight delay.

Yet even though Demon King Yi was significantly victorious, his battle was not as easy as it appeared. Qu Hu’s several heavy strikes had also injured the Demon King considerably. Even with the regenerative consumption of the Purple Poison Musk Sack, it would take some time to heal, not something that could be easily accomplished.

Engaging in another fight at this time would inevitably lead to further weakening.

Seeing as Immortal Yuan Lu was steeped in demonic skills, it was clear he was a prisoner held here. If time wasn’t of the essence, Demon King Yi wouldn’t mind defeating and digesting him slowly. But with pressing time and not knowing how many powerful enemies the other Great Demon Kings were facing outside, he didn’t want to waste a single moment. His target was within reach.

While he saw it this way, that didn’t mean Immortal Yuan Lu felt the same.

The Great Demon King of the Western Sea hesitated only a moment, before his expression turned vicious. He suddenly exploded towards Demon King Yi’s back, with thousands of demonic shadows rising behind him!

"You might not kill me, but I will kill you!" he bellowed viciously, "I haven’t settled my last score!"