Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

The death trap was set. The seven Saints no longer bothered with pretense, revealing their vicious fangs.

Su Han had eradicated two of their strongholds and slain two Deputy Directors, an enmity they could not possibly swallow. Therefore, under the Hundred Poisons Saint’s planning, they had meticulously set up this death trap to lure Su Han in.

Now, the seven Saints had formed a siege, completely encircling Su Han and his companions. Their plan was already half-complete. They only needed to slay Su Han and his people to claim total victory.

As for any trouble that might arise from killing Su Han, they were not at all concerned. After the deed was done, they would simply leave the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. Would the Dynasty dare to seek revenge against King Yama’s Palace?

This battle is ours to win!

The Hundred Poisons Saint was brimming with confidence, certain of his victory. On Su Han’s side, however, everyone’s face was pale, and their hearts grew heavy.

No one had expected the Hundred Poisons Saint to not only strike when they least expected it but also to set up a counter-ambush. Now they had become the prey, their fates hanging by a thread.

"Xing’er, we’ll hold them off! Take this chance to escape! Where there’s life, there’s hope!" Wei Ying stretched out her hand and pulled a Soft Sword from her waist. A bone-chilling light gleamed from the blade, unleashing waves of Sword Qi.

At this point, words were useless. The only way out was to carve a bloody path.

Throughout all this, Su Han’s life was, of course, the most important. As long as he could escape, they still had hope.

"You can’t escape! Not a single one of you will get away today. You will all accompany him in death!" the Hundred Poisons Saint sneered, his murderous intent palpable. He had planned this for so long; how could he possibly let his prey escape? He wouldn’t spare Su Han, nor would he let the Heart Sword Saint go.

Anyone who offends my King Yama’s Palace must die!

BOOM!

The Hundred Poisons Saint made the first move. The earthen pot in his hand seemed unremarkable, but it was a Superior Grade Holy Artifact. With a forceful activation, a dense, black poisonous fog erupted from it, transforming into a vast ocean of toxic gas that surged toward Su Han and his men.

This poisonous gas was incredibly concentrated, instantly contaminating the air. Even from a distance, everyone could smell the terrifying, deadly poison. One breath was enough to make one’s body rot away—it was utterly horrific.

"Heart Sword Technique!"

Among those present, only the Heart Sword Saint was a powerhouse at the Saint Realm Ninth Layer. He reacted swiftly, deploying the mysterious Heart Sword Technique to fend off the Hundred Poisons Saint.

But the ocean of poison had already been unleashed, surging forth like a raging flood to envelop Su Han and the army below.

Despite the Heart Sword Saint’s formidable power, his forte was offense. Now fully engaged with the Hundred Poisons Saint, he was unable to stem the toxic tide.

"Xing’er, go now!"

Wei Ying slapped the Golden Chariot, sending it shooting away as a streak of golden light in an attempt to flee.

"Where do you think you’re going!" the Twilight Shadow Saint shouted coldly. He instantly dissolved into a shadow, weaving through the void like a fish at an unbelievable speed as he gave chase.

"Xing’er, you go first! I’ll hold him off!"

Knowing the Twilight Shadow Saint’s formidable strength, Wei Ying dared not let him near Su Han. Gritting her teeth, she turned to face him, striving to buy Su Han more time.

But the Twilight Shadow Saint was a powerhouse at the Saint Realm Fifth Layer, while Wei Ying was only at the Saint Realm Third Layer. The gap in their strength was significant. Even with all her might, Wei Ying could only barely hold him off.

Meanwhile, a battle between Saints had erupted high in the sky. Aside from the Hundred Poisons Saint and the Heart Sword Saint, the others had also swiftly joined the fray.

Wei Wenzheng had wanted to fall back and help Su Han escape, but the Soul-Hooking Saint had locked onto him, tenaciously blocking him and giving him no chance to retreat.

General Wuwei was also intercepted by a Deputy Director from King Yama’s Palace. Their fierce battle raged on, but he was likewise unable to come to anyone’s aid.

At this moment, all four Saints on Su Han’s side were tied up. All that remained were the imperial guards, the Black Armored Army, and the mining area’s garrison. Though these soldiers were numerous, their strength was no match for the Saints.

Moreover, the Saints were far too agile and could easily cut through the crowd to assassinate Su Han.

"Kill the Nineteenth Prince at all costs!"

At the command of the Hundred Poisons Saint, the three remaining Deputy Directors from King Yama’s Palace swiftly moved in on Su Han.

"Nineteenth Prince, weren’t you so arrogant? How did you end up a stray dog?"

The Blood-Crazed Saint led the trio. He transformed into a streak of blood-red light, tearing through the sky toward Su Han while taunting him to disrupt his state of mind.

The Golden Chariot was extremely fast, but the ocean of poison was even faster. With no one left to shield Su Han, the toxic deluge surged forward and instantly submerged the Golden Chariot.

"Your Highness!"

Wei Wenzheng’s face fell. The Heart Sword Saint and the others also looked on in horror. Su Han was their pillar of morale. If something happened to him, they didn’t know how they would face the Imperial Court and the Flying Immortal Great Emperor.

"Haha! What a joke of a Nineteenth Prince! A dead prodigy is nothing!" the Blood-Crazed Saint cackled wildly, mocking him without restraint.

As a Deputy Director of King Yama’s Palace, he had no reason to fear the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. Besides, he had come with the intent to kill, so why would he show any mercy?

The ocean of deadly poison roiled and surged. Its aftershock swept into the army, causing the skin of more than a dozen garrison soldiers to corrode and their bodies to turn black. Within moments, they succumbed to the poison and dissolved into pools of pus, a testament to the poison’s terrifying power.

The Golden Chariot had taken a direct hit from this toxic ocean. No one believed Su Han could have withstood it. Even if he survived, he would undoubtedly be severely poisoned and unable to escape without grievous injury.

"What? How is this possible!"

Suddenly, the Blood-Crazed Saint’s laughter died in his throat. The smile on his face was replaced by shock, his pupils constricted, and his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

There, in the midst of the ocean of poison, Su Han’s figure reappeared before everyone’s eyes.

At that moment, Su Han was engulfed in a radiant golden light, his Qi-Blood roaring like thunder. He resembled a golden deity standing between heaven and earth, looking down upon all of creation.

The ocean of poison unleashed by the Hundred Poisons Saint himself was now completely blocked by that golden light. Su Han was not poisoned as everyone had expected. In fact, he was completely unharmed.

This... This was simply inconceivable!

This sudden turn of events drew everyone’s attention. Every gaze, filled with shock and confusion, fell upon the unscathed Su Han.

Could this be a treasure bestowed upon him by the Flying Immortal Great Emperor? The Hundred Poisons Saint’s brow furrowed, assuming it was some kind of life-saving artifact. However, he didn’t know that this was not the power of any artifact, but of Su Han’s Sacred Body.

Su Han’s Sacred Body possessed the trait of being immune to all corruption. As powerful as the ocean of poison was, it could not harm him.

However, the impact from the toxic deluge had caused the Golden Chariot to lose its luster, and it could no longer carry Su Han to safety. Although he hadn’t been killed by the poison, he had now been caught by the three Saints.

Unprotected and alone, Su Han now faced three Saints.

The situation was still extremely critical.