Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

RUMBLE!

A deafening roar reverberated as the crimson earth cracked open, forming a deep abyss. Had this not been a sparsely populated mining area, the casualties would have been catastrophic. Even so, many garrison soldiers and several members of the Black Armored Army were caught in the blast, instantly exploding into bloody fragments.

At the far end of the abyss, scarlet Holy Blood imbued with a toxic Holy Might was particularly conspicuous.

The Hundred Poisons Saint had been defeated. Under the combined assault of Su Han and the Askheart Sword Saint, he had ultimately failed to resist. He was slammed deep into the ground, his blood staining the crimson earth.

This scene shocked everyone. For a moment, countless gazes turned in unison toward the spectacle.

"Cough, cough!" The Hundred Poisons Saint coughed up blood. His appearance was wretched, his hair disheveled and his clothes soaked in blood. A bloody, gaping wound marred his chest, and a deep, dark bruise stained his back. His face was pale as he coughed continuously, spitting up Holy Blood saturated with a potent Deadly Poison that instantly corroded the surrounding soil and rock.

"Unparalleled Sword Radiance!"

From among the Imperial Guards, Su Han’s face was colorless and his lips were pale. His Python Robe was soaked with sweat; clearly, condensing the Unparalleled Sword Radiance placed immense pressure on him. Yet he struck again without hesitation. The five-thousand-meter-long Sword Radiance moved majestically, obscuring the sky as it crossed through space to slash toward the Hundred Poisons Saint once more.

Strike him while he’s down and finish him off!

Su Han had no intention of giving the Hundred Poisons Saint any chance to recover; otherwise, he himself might be the one to die. In this life-and-death battle, Su Han was chillingly calm and ruthlessly decisive, like an Asura born for slaughter.

The Hundred Poisons Saint was covered in injuries and his Aura was weak. He watched the colossal Sword Radiance rapidly approach, and his pupils contracted abruptly as a powerful sense of crisis surged through his heart. He did not fear the Askheart Sword Saint alone, nor did he fear Su Han by himself. However, the two of them attacking him from the front and back had caused him significant trouble.

No, I can’t let this continue. Otherwise, forget killing Su Han—my own life will be in danger!

A look of grim resolve flashed in the Hundred Poisons Saint’s eyes.

WHOOSH!

The massive Sword Radiance roared toward him. Despite its size, it moved faster than lightning, with space itself unable to impede it. It appeared before the Hundred Poisons Saint and slashed down ruthlessly, as if to cleave the very earth in two.

CLANG!

This time, however, the immense Sword Radiance did not succeed. Instead, its descent was stopped by a hand. This hand was not large. Compared to the five-thousand-meter Sword Radiance, the difference was like that between an ant and an elephant. Furthermore, it was pitch-black and as gnarled as a chicken’s claw.

Yet, such a hand effortlessly blocked the immense Sword Radiance, preventing it from falling another inch. At the point of contact, a black Deadly Poison spread out, constantly corroding the blade of light until the blackness had consumed it entirely.

BANG!

Before the shocked eyes of the onlookers, the five-thousand-meter Sword Radiance exploded violently. It shattered into countless fragments the size of rice grains that fell like a shower of light. However, they were corroded into nothingness in midair, vanishing completely. This strike was comparable to the full-power attack of a Sword Saint, powerful enough to cleave the earth and shatter mountains. Yet now, it had crumbled into nothing. It was simply unbelievable.

However, compared to the disappearance of the Unparalleled Sword Radiance, the Hundred Poisons Saint’s transformation was even more shocking. All eyes followed the pitch-black, emaciated hand back to its owner—the Hundred Poisons Saint. His appearance, however, had changed drastically.

Previously, although the Hundred Poisons Saint used poison, he was tall and had a ruddy complexion. Now, he was emaciated, and his skin had turned completely black. A dense Deadly Poison emanated from his body, shrouding him like a toxic fog that corroded everything it touched. At this moment, the Hundred Poisons Saint seemed to have become a being of pure poison. His body, his breath, even his Aura—all were saturated with Deadly Poison.

GURK...

A garrison soldier a kilometer away suddenly turned black in the face. His skin began to fester and his organs ruptured as he spewed great gulps of black, toxic blood. In less than three seconds, he collapsed, convulsing, and rapidly decomposed into a puddle of poisonous pus. A living person had died so horrifically, poisoned to death. The sight made everyone turn pale with fear.

"Retreat! Get away from this area, now!" General Wuwei’s pupils constricted as he bellowed the order, unwilling to watch his soldiers die such a horrible death.

The Hundred Poisons Saint’s current state was terrifying. The very space around him seemed to have transformed into a Domain of Deadly Poison. The air itself was tainted, and the drifting fumes were lethal enough to kill on contact.

"What is this?" The Askheart Sword Saint’s pupils constricted, his heart pounding with shock. He now felt an unprecedented sense of crisis from the Hundred Poisons Saint, as if he were facing the Grim Reaper himself, come to deliver death unto the world.

"The Body of the Poison King!" Wei Wenzheng’s expression was grave as he stared intently at the Hundred Poisons Saint, a powerful sense of crisis rising within him. As the one in charge of the Wei Public Residence, he was privy to many secrets. The Hundred Poisons Saint was not only a Director of King Yama’s Palace but was also stationed in Sword Province, so of course, Wei Wenzheng knew a great deal about him.

The Body of the Poison King was a special Secret Technique. It was neither a Martial Technique nor a Divine Skill, but something akin to a Forbidden Technique, yet distinct.

According to rumor, the Hundred Poisons Saint practiced the Poison Scripture and had consumed various deadly poisons from a young age. As he grew, the quantity, variety, and Grade of the poisons he ingested only increased. He used his own body as a vessel for these poisons, vowing to forge a legendary Body of the Poison King within his mortal flesh. This method was incredibly dangerous and savage. Even the Hundred Poisons Saint himself had not fully succeeded, managing only to forge a semi-complete version.

But even this semi-complete form was terrifying. When wielded by the Hundred Poisons Saint at the Ninth Layer of the Saint Realm and empowered by the countless Deadly Poisons accumulated in his body, it was immensely powerful—far beyond what any ordinary person could withstand.

Ordinarily, the Hundred Poisons Saint kept this power sealed within himself. Now, he had unleashed it, displaying the formidable Body of the Poison King. He was like a poison god incarnate, capable of poisoning the entire world and driving all to despair.

"Activating the Body of the Poison King will cost me a hundred years of my life, but as long as I can kill you all, it will be worth it!" The Hundred Poisons Saint appeared ancient, but his true age was not that great. The aftereffects of the Body of the Poison King had consumed much of his lifespan, leaving him looking old and decrepit. Now he had unleashed it once again, displaying his most powerful state. He swept his gaze over the crowd, his eyes filled with a resolute murderous intent.

"Nineteenth Prince, you should be proud for forcing me to reveal my Body of the Poison King. Since it has come to this, I will send you to your death first!"

The Hundred Poisons Saint fixed his gaze on Su Han. In the next instant, his body transformed into a streak of poisonous light that tore through the Void, shooting toward Su Han with lethal intent.

In that moment, the danger to Su Han intensified to its peak.