Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

"Director!"

A panicked cry escaped the Soul Hooking Saint. Her face paled and her heart filled with trepidation, as if her spiritual pillar had just collapsed.

The Hundred Poisons Saint was her superior and a powerhouse at the Ninth Layer of the Saint Realm, holding a pivotal role in this battle. They had only set up this deadly trap under his arrangement. If he died, how could they possibly continue?

The Dusk Shadow Saint didn’t speak, but his pupils contracted sharply as the shadows around his body roiled. He was clearly unable to accept this outcome.

For Wei Wenzheng and the others, this result was just as shocking.

The Hundred Poisons Saint had been immensely powerful. He had defeated the Questioning Heart Sword Saint, poisoned the Black Armored Army, grievously wounded the Forbidden Army, and even captured Su Han. If not for Su Han possessing the Corpse Puppet, he would likely be a dead man by now.

However, the Hundred Poisons Saint, who had been locked in fierce combat just moments ago, was suddenly killed, his head severed from his body.

This... this was simply inconceivable!

Everyone was stunned. Simultaneously, their gazes shifted to the Cold Iron Holy Sword.

They couldn’t see the Nine Heavens Divine Light, but the Cold Iron Holy Sword was right before their eyes.

It was an Intermediate Grade Holy Artifact, which wasn’t surprising. Su Han even possessed the Mysterious Void Holy Sword of the Mysterious Great Sword Saint. Although an Intermediate Grade Holy Artifact was precious, it was not beyond his means to own one.

However, an Intermediate Grade Holy Artifact shouldn’t be able to kill the Hundred Poisons Saint, right?

Besides, Su Han’s strength was only at the Ninth Layer of the Supreme Realm, so he couldn’t unleash the Cold Iron Holy Sword’s full power.

Thus, everyone’s gaze fell upon the Sword Nurturing Gourd in Su Han’s hand.

What kind of treasure is this?

The crowd was puzzled, unable to guess the Sword Nurturing Gourd’s origin. They couldn’t discern its grade, and it even appeared to be damaged and incomplete.

Yet, this unassuming and somewhat damaged little gourd, combined with the Cold Iron Holy Sword, had actually managed to kill the Hundred Poisons Saint. It was a truly astonishing feat.

However, Su Han was playing the part of the Nineteenth Prince of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty and had entered the Myriad Virtual Realm. It wasn’t strange for him to possess such treasures.

Although the crowd felt the Sword Nurturing Gourd was extraordinary, no one dared to grow covetous. After all, the fame of the Flying Immortal Great Emperor was no joke.

WHOOSH!

The Cold Iron Holy Sword had already delivered its strongest strike. The mysterious radiance on the blade vanished, and it returned to its original appearance.

Summoned by Su Han, the Cold Iron Holy Sword traced a beautiful arc in the air and flew back into the Sword Nurturing Gourd, beginning the nurturing process anew.

Although the month spent nurturing the sword was wasted, killing the Hundred Poisons Saint made it all worthwhile.

At that moment, the Hundred Poisons Saint’s head and body were separated. His corpse fell from the sky, while his bloodstained head, which had soared high, also began to plummet.

SWISH!

Just then, a black light shot out from between the Hundred Poisons Saint’s eyebrows. It crossed the barriers of space and time, speeding straight toward Su Han.

"Not good, it’s the Yama Soul-Seizing Technique!"

Seeing the black light, Wei Wenzheng’s expression changed drastically as he recognized the secret technique employed by the Hundred Poisons Saint.

This was an Untransmitted Secret Technique of King Yama’s Palace, one that could only be cultivated by Saints. It was a final resort.

The Hundred Poisons Saint’s sea of consciousness had previously suffered a heavy blow, and he had just been beheaded. Wei Wenzheng had assumed that his Divine Sense was too weak to use this technique. He hadn’t expected the Hundred Poisons Saint, though his body was slain, could still unleash one last attack.

The black light was incredibly fast, exceeding the speed of sound to reach the speed of light. Space could not block it, and time could not interfere. In an instant, it struck Su Han between the eyebrows and burrowed into his sea of consciousness.

Seeing this scene, a delighted glint appeared in the Soul Hooking Saint’s eyes. She sensed there was still hope to turn defeat into victory. If the Hundred Poisons Saint could successfully possess Su Han’s body, then Su Han would die, and they would ultimately win the battle.

"What do we do now?" Wei Ying asked Wei Wenzheng for help, as she had no experience with such matters.

"Use your Divine Sense to help His Highness expel the Hundred Poisons Saint’s Divine Sense," Wei Wenzheng said quickly, as a light shone from his brow and his Divine Sense surged forth.

"As if I’d let you ruin the Director’s grand plan!"

The Soul Hooking Saint also unleashed a powerful Divine Sense, thick with a seductive aura, blocking Wei Wenzheng’s.

If undisturbed, Wei Wenzheng’s intervention might have been enough to expel the Hundred Poisons Saint’s Divine Sense. But at this moment, Wei Wenzheng, Wei Ying, and General Wuwei were all being blocked. The Questioning Heart Sword Saint, still unrecovered from the Time Poison, was also unable to help Su Han.

At this moment, everything depended on Su Han alone.

Yet, Su Han was not panicking as an outsider might expect. On the contrary, he was composed, even deliberately opening his sea of consciousness to allow the Hundred Poisons Saint’s Divine Sense to enter.

He had witnessed the Yama Soul-Seizing Technique from the Rotten Corpse Saint and was naturally prepared. Moreover, he had intentionally lured the Hundred Poisons Saint into his sea of consciousness. If the Saint’s Divine Sense had been allowed to escape, it would have led to endless future trouble.

"Nineteenth Prince, you made me lose my Poison King’s body. You will repay me with your own physical body!"

The Hundred Poisons Saint’s voice, full of endless resentment, was icy cold. He had never imagined that, despite his meticulously arranged deathtrap, he would be forced into such a desperate situation.

His physical body was now destroyed, leaving possession as his only path to survival. This time, he had to succeed.

"Oh? Is that so?" Su Han’s indifferent voice resonated within the sea of consciousness.

SWISH!

One hundred and eight Divine Sense Stellars lit up at once, shining brightly. They formed a Divine Sense Star Map that pressed down on the Hundred Poisons Saint’s Divine Sense like a vast, starry sky.

How is this possible? How can you possess such powerful Divine Sense Power?

Seeing the one hundred and eight Divine Sense Stellars, the Hundred Poisons Saint’s expression finally changed. The strength of this Divine Sense was no less than his own. Furthermore, it had formed a Divine Sense Star Map. Even if his own Divine Sense were undamaged, he might not be able to shatter this formidable power.

"You talk too much!" Su Han snorted.

The Divine Sense Star Map crashed down upon the Hundred Poisons Saint’s Divine Sense. The Saint’s Divine Sense immediately shuddered violently as a portion of it was extinguished.

"Yama Incarnation, possess and be reborn!"

The Hundred Poisons Saint had no path of retreat. Aside from possessing Su Han, he had no other way to live. Gritting his teeth, he put all his strength into performing the Yama Soul-Seizing Technique.

The Hundred Poisons Saint’s Divine Sense condensed, forming a phantom brimming with the aura of death, as if Yama, King of the Underworld, had been resurrected to pass judgment over life, death, and reincarnation.

"Divine Sense Black Hole, devour!"

Undaunted, Su Han activated the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art. The Divine Sense Star Map instantly vanished, and his vast Divine Sense transformed into a deep, pitch-black hole capable of devouring everything.

Although the Yama Soul-Seizing Technique was strong, Su Han’s Devouring Heaven Demonic Art was even stronger. They were not on the same level. The Yama Incarnation was relentlessly pulled, bit by bit, into the Divine Sense Black Hole.

"No..."

Finally, amidst the Hundred Poisons Saint’s unwilling roar, the Yama Incarnation was completely devoured by the Divine Sense Black Hole, vanishing without a trace.

With that, the Hundred Poisons Saint was utterly annihilated—body and spirit