After all of that, Chen Yang finally turned his gaze toward Lin Feng and the others, his eyes narrowing as a dangerous aura spread from his body.
Beneath him, the Frostvenom Python coiled nacingly, its dark blue venom dripping onto the ground, releasing a suffocating aura of toxicity.
A single drop of that poison could probably wipe us all out.
Lin Feng forced himself to remain calm, though his injuries from his battle with Yi Bei sent waves of agony through his body.
Not that Yi Bei is doing any better, he thought, glancing at his opponent.
The deep wound on Yi Bei’s shoulder had already left him at death’s door, yet despite his grievous state, Chen Yang had shown no rcy—his techniques had wrung yet another bout of tornt from the dying man.
Chen Yang’s gaze returned to Lin Feng, his expression indifferent.
"Lin Feng, was it?" His tone was flat, dismissive, as if he were speaking to an insect. "How about you serve as my retainer? If you do, I’ll consider sparing your life."
There was no question, no room for refusal. In terms of cultivation and status, Chen Yang stood leagues above Lin Feng in every imaginable way.
When Lin Feng heard this, he clenched his fists, his teeth aching.
The poison coursing through his body was already wreaking havoc on his physical state—any longer, and he would collapse.
Yet, despite the agony, his rage burned hotter than ever.
Kill ? Who are you to decide whether I live or die?!
His gaze locked onto Chen Yang, brimming with defiance.
Though he spoke no words, his eyes spoke the words he couldn’t say out loud.
Even the Heavens branding as a broken soul, couldn’t kill . What makes you think you can succeed where they failed? Bastard
Chen Yang caught the look in Lin Feng’s eyes and let out a sarcastic chuckle.
Arrogant though he was, he wasn’t a fool.
"It seems you’re unwilling to cooperate," he mused. "That’s fine. For talents like you, if they can’t be tad—like Yi Bei over there—it’s best to kill them before they grow strong enough to beco a threat."
The mont those words left his lips, Huang Bei, Yan Hao, and Yan Li fell silent.
Their faces turned pale, but none spoke.
The reason was simple.
If Chen Yang was going to kill Lin Feng, none of them would survive either. And even if they did... betraying a friend to live was a fate worse than death.
So, instead of pleading, they rely stared at Chen Yang, their eyes filled with quiet defiance.
"It seems the rest of you are just like him—people who would rather die than submit, huh?" Chen Yang sneered, his gaze sweeping over them with disdain.
"But defiance only matters when it’s backed by strength. Ideals without power? Nothing more than empty words."
He let out a cold laugh before turning his attention to Huang Bei.
"You! You have so potential. If you swear loyalty to , I’ll let you live. I’ll even help you find a cultivation technique suited to your Heaven’s Pact."
His tone was casual, as if he were bestowing a great favor, utterly convinced that no one here could defy him.
"Ptooh!" Huang Bei spat on the ground, his expression twisted in disgust.
"You dogshit young master, I’d rather die than grovel before a pack of self-serving pricks like you!" His glare flickered toward Yi Bei, the fury in his eyes making it clear—he hadn’t forgotten Yi Bei’s betrayal of Chen Li and the others.
Chen Yang’s smirk faded. His expression darkened, his voice dripping with venom.
"Well then... since all of you seem so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish."
He lifted his hand slowly, his fingers flexing as his flesh turned from bone and sinew to a shimring, translucent purple, like a gemstone infused with malevolence.
Yet, the longer one stared at it, the more unsettling it beca.
The air around his hand distorted, rippling as if reality itself was corroding.
A bone-chilling aura spread outward, and for a brief mont, an illusion flickered—souls writhing in agony, dissolving into nothingness.
Chen Yang’s lips curled into a cruel smile.
"My poison may not kill as swiftly as Senior Frost’s... but dragging out the agony has its own rits."
"You should be honored," Chen Yang said, his voice carrying an undeniable arrogance.
"Before you die, you’ll have the privilege of witnessing the true power of the Chen Clan’s Heaven’s Pact."
As he spoke, an oppressive wave of spiritual energy surged outward, blanketing the surroundings with suffocating pressure.
Though it was weaker than the overwhelming might of the Frostvenom Python—whom Chen Yang respectfully called Senior Frost—it was still enough to make them tremble.
The pressure built to a peak, the air thick with malice, as Chen Yang smirked disdainfully.
"The Chen Clan’s Heaven’s Pact is an elental-class Heaven’s Pact, known as Nethersoul Poison.
Unlike any ordinary poison in this world, ours does not rely corrode the flesh.
No—our poison seeps into the very essence of life, lting away the soul itself, consuming it bit by bit until nothing remains—not even the chance for reincarnation."
Chen Yang’s voice was filled with arrogance, as he continued talking
"Most poisons will ravage the body, leaving nothing but decay in their wake.
But ours? The Chen Clan ensures that even if a body is left behind, it is nothing more than an empty husk. It is a poison that does not simply kill—it erases."
Lin Feng’s breath hitched.
Even though Chen Yang hadn’t made a move yet, a searing sensation spread through his core, as if his very soul was beginning to dissolve.
A cold feeling of fear clawed at his mind.
An Elental Type Heaven’s Pact and it seems like it’s a powerful one even among that type
Feng thought to himself and yet, as he stared at the eerie, gemstone-like glow of Chen Yang’s right hand and felt the unbearable sting within his soul...
His first thought wasn’t about survival.
Two poison type Heaven’s pacts in a row? Is Silverpine City so sort of poison den?
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