"How is this possible! He actually managed to injure the Sect Leader?"
The mbers of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect looked utterly incredulous.
They held the Sect Leader in reverence, not only because he founded the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, but because his strength was unmatched, leaving everyone trailing far behind.
Yet now, after just a brief exchange, the Sect Leader was directly struck and spat blood.
Yang Cheng appeared indifferent, but in reality, he felt sowhat uneasy.
Though seemingly he had the upper hand in that last move, his body had also received a jolt, making his throat taste of blood, which he forcibly suppressed.
His arm went slightly numb and began to tremble faintly; he bit his lip and endured it.
No matter what, in terms of montum, he couldn’t fall behind.
He could sense that his power was similar to the opponent’s, but with so many people in the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, if they all rushed in, he would struggle to cope. He had to frighten these people first, making them hesitant to act rashly.
Qian E wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, touched the area on his chest, and recovered as if he was completely unscathed.
His gaze was cold, his pupils small, whites of the eyes especially prominent, making him look extrely terrifying.
At this mont, not far away, Ni Qingyao and her daughters felt their hearts leap to their throats. They dared not make a sound for fear of affecting Yang Cheng.
"Xiaochen, you must be safe and sound."
Ni Qingyao muttered, constantly praying.
"I really didn’t expect your strength to be greater than I imagined. I haven’t encountered such a formidable opponent in a long ti."
Qian E curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, devoid of fear and even appeared slightly excited.
"It was my carelessness that allowed you to gain an advantage; I won’t give you a chance next ti. Even if our strengths are similar, you absolutely cannot defeat !"
He was incredibly confident, lifting his head arrogantly.
"Rest assured, I won’t kill you right away. I’ve heard that dissecting a high-level cultivator can procure an inner core from the abdon, so I’ll try it out on you."
Qian E laughed sinisterly, surrounded by a strange green aura.
The next second, he moved, shooting out like an arrow, charging at Yang Cheng with a powerful palm strike aid at Yang Cheng’s face.
Yang Cheng could clearly feel the palm wind carrying a terrifying power; should this palm hit him, it was likely that his normally impervious body wouldn’t withstand it.
He had cultivated the Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture for a long ti; his body grew stronger each day, yet only now did he realize that before soone strong enough, even the toughest defense could be broken.
This Sect Leader’s strength was unfathomable, and he was known to use poisons. If he didn’t kill him today and let this venomous snake retaliate later, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He suddenly lifted his gaze, seeing that palm approaching, and hurriedly urged the True Qi within him, once more launching a punch.
"Ha! Repeating old tricks!"
"Last ti, I wasn’t using my full power; this ti you definitely won’t withstand it!"
Qian E sneered coldly, confident to et the attack head-on.
Since Yang Cheng liked brutal combat, he’d accompany him in it, showing him what it ant to strike an egg against a rock!
"No matter how high your cultivation is, without experience, you’re just trash. When I dissect your inner core, I’ll be sure to absorb it entirely, a thorough waste recycling, haha!"
Qian E laughed madly.
Just as the palm and punch were about to collide again, Yang Cheng altered his position and suddenly directed his attack towards Qian E’s abdon.
Quickly, Qian E realized his intent but showed no sign of dodging, and his palm moved downwards, aiming at Yang Cheng’s heart.
Seeing his move, Yang Cheng sensed trouble, not daring to risk continuing the attack. He leaped directly to evade.
He, unlike Qian E, had Yang Rou and the three others by his side; if he got injured, while he might still barely escape, they would be left in the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
Upon entering, Yang Cheng noticed the Sect was mostly composed of n staring at Yang Rou and the others like hungry wolves.
If he failed, their plight was imaginable, sothing he would never allow to happen.
"See? You’ve already scared. This is just the beginning; next, I’ll let you see the consequences of angering ."
Qian E’s pupils trembled, and with a wave of his large hand, he tore off his black robe, launching another attack.
Yang Cheng considered himself quite fast, but didn’t expect Qian E’s attack speed to be just as swift, capable of targeting all his crucial points.
He tried to dodge desperately but the opponent found an opening, striking on his shoulder blade, making half his body go numb.
If an ordinary person was hit by that palm, they would instantly die, even if not striking a vital point, the force strong enough to shatter their internal organs.
Yang Cheng had been cultivating for so long, yet had never faced such a powerful opponent, his heart sank heavily.
If he continued tangling with this person, he would surely lose; he must swiftly think of a way to break the stalemate.
Was he going to have to use Poison Control Skill so soon?
Before coming, Yang Cheng had already decided only under the utmost necessity would he use Poison Control Skill.
The majority of Ten Thousand Poisons Sect mbers cultivated poison techniques, and the Sect Leader possessed poison mastery. Moreover, Cheng Ruonan previously ntioned the Sect Leader had a magical treasure called Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl.
Though Yang Cheng hadn’t seen Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl personally, he knew undoubtedly its power was formidable, hence Poison Control Skill must be saved for last; now was not the ti to use it.
When Yang Cheng’s body briefly eased, he retrieved a dagger from the space, swiftly stabbing towards Qian E several dozen tis.
This man was mad, and now he was going to be even crazier than him!
Qian E thought the previous palm had left Yang Cheng entirely incapacitated, but didn’t expect him to counterattack imdiately; unprepared, his arm got struck several tis, and blood gushed out.
Yang Cheng moved incredibly fast, his body creating afterimages, the final slice slashed right onto Qian E’s mask.
The mask cracked down the middle, falling to the ground with a snap, revealing Qian E’s true face.
Everyone turned their gaze upward simultaneously, and upon seeing that face, they all gasped.
Qian E’s complexion was ghostly pale, almost devoid of blood, but his skin was also covered in black-red spots, remnants from ruptured poison sores, making his lips very thick, his teeth protruding in a brownish-red hue.
The entire face appeared extrely grotesque and twisted; even the usually composed Yang Cheng was startled by it.
"No wonder you always wore a mask, afraid to face others. Turns out you’re a monster."
Yang Cheng rcilessly ridiculed.
His words hit Qian E’s sore point; he had worn a mask for many years, with everyone who knew his true face now dead.
Even with Ziyan, despite being together for so long, she never saw his real face.
Because he understood clearly anyone who saw this disgusting face would find it revolting; no one would like such a monster.
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