Chapter 408: Chapter 407 Absolute Poison Gang
"Ah!"
In a flash of pain, Mo Yichen leaped to a higher vantage point. He looked down and sneered, "The King of Heaven certainly has so tricks, but this is our turf! Since you dared to barge in, you can leave your life behind! n, release the poison!"
At his bellow, over a hundred Mo Sect Martial Artists on both sides of the canyon prepared to release poison. It was indeed a trap. At the rear of the canyon, hundreds more Mo Sect archers waited with poison-tipped arrows, ready to fire the mont Ye Fan’s group advanced.
Tian Can was at a loss. "Leader, what do we do?"
"Make way!" Ye Fan roared.
The martial artists imdiately parted. Ye Fan charged toward the canyon entrance, making his move when he was still more than two hundred ters away.
"Slaughter Sword Dao!"
A domineering, fierce, and incredibly destructive wave of Sword Qi shot toward the canyon mouth, shocking the martial artists stationed there. They had just begun to loose their arrows when the Sword Qi struck. In an instant, dozens of them were torn asunder, their bodies blown to bits. Their previously orderly formation dissolved into chaos from that single strike. Such was the power of the Slaughter Sword Dao.
"Attack! Kill them all!" Ye Fan bellowed.
"Yes, sir!"
The Heavenly King Hall martial artists instantly regained their confidence. With blood boiling, they charged at the enemy.
Watching from above, Mo Yichen was enraged. Firing more arrows was now useless. He hadn’t anticipated that his carefully planned death trap would be so effortlessly shattered by that one sword strike, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
Am I really weaker than the King of Heaven? I refuse to accept this! My Absolute Poison Gang is almost complete. I’m supposed to be the most dazzling young genius in the world.
Severely wounded by Ye Fan, he was suddenly filled with bewildernt.
"Today, I will kill you!"
Ye Fan reversed direction and charged straight for Mo Yichen. It was clear that as long as Mo Yichen lived, they would remain constrained. Therefore, his goal was simple: kill Mo Yichen first, then Ancestor Mo. With both of them dead, the Mo Sect would surely collapse. The opportunity to kill Mo Yichen was here and now, but Ancestor Mo had yet to appear. Ye Fan knew Mo Yichen was treacherous and refused to let him live any longer, so he pressed his attack imdiately.
"Fire the arrows!" Mo Yichen commanded.
He hadn’t expected Ye Fan to counterattack under these circumstances, so he imdiately ordered a dozen mbers of the Mo Sect’s death squad to charge. The so-called death squad consisted of martial artists trained to have no fear of death. From the mont they joined, they ceased to value their own lives. These fearless, fanatical fighters were the most terrifying kind of foe. What’s more, all of them were Innate Experts.
But in front of Ye Fan, their efforts were futile.
With a single sword strike, the dozen death squad mbers were instantly blasted apart. At his current level, unless he faced a Saint-level Expert, his strength was already heaven-defying.
Mo Yichen couldn’t believe his death squad was no match for Ye Fan.
A volley of poison arrows filled the sky, but Ye Fan used his power to deflect them, sending them flying back toward the Mo Sect Martial Artists. Instantly, scores of Mo Sect mbers fell, dead or wounded.
"Useless trash!" Mo Yichen roared.
Despite his harsh words, he didn’t engage Ye Fan. Instead, he turned and fled toward the dense forest with Ye Fan in hot pursuit.
The chase led them deep into the Mist Forest. Or rather, it was a forest teeming with a poisonous miasma. Danger lurked with every step, forcing one to proceed with extre caution. Ye Fan could sense Mo Yichen’s aura, but he couldn’t pinpoint his location. As soone who lived and breathed poison, Mo Yichen could use the miasma to perfectly conceal his aura.
However, he didn’t dare move. The slightest motion would alert Ye Fan to his position. He desperately wanted to kill Ye Fan in one fell swoop, but he knew it was impossible. He was simply no match for him; the gap between them was imnse.
From his perch on a tree branch, he watched Ye Fan slowly approach. Refusing to let any chance slip by, he made his move, lunging at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan reacted instantly, his sword slashing Mo Yichen.
"Urk!"
Mo Yichen grunted in pain and imdiately went back into hiding. While the sword strike hadn’t killed him, it had nearly cost him his life. Ye Fan’s strength was so terrifying it filled him with an incomparable despair.
DRIP... DRIP...
Black blood fell onto the leaves below, causing them to instantly wither and turn yellow. The poison was even more terrifying than sulfuric acid. He desperately clutched at the wound, but he couldn’t stop the blood from dripping.
Spotting the dripping blood, Ye Fan instantly attacked a large tree nearby.
"Not good!"
Alard, Mo Yichen quickly dodged.
BANG!
"Ah!" Mo Yichen cried out as he was grazed by the Sword Qi. He was, after all, cultivating the Absolute Poison Gang, the Mo Sect’s Supre Technique! His achievents and strength were ant to be far beyond those of the previous two Sect Leaders. Yet, in this mont, he felt true despair. Ye Fan’s power was simply beyond comparison.
Ye Fan gave him no reprieve, striking out swiftly. Mo Yichen dodged like a beaten dog, panting heavily as he stared at his pursuer.
"Your ti is up," Ye Fan said, walking step-by-step toward Mo Yichen.
Mo Yichen rasped, "King of Heaven, don’t push !"
"And what if I do?" Ye Fan retorted.
His words were filled with domineering power. Mo Yichen didn’t dare test his limits. He shouted, "If I fight you with everything I have, I’ll take you down with !"
"I’ve already fought my way to the Mo Sect’s doorstep. What more is there to say? It wasn’t
who pushed you; your Mo Sect pushed
first. I never wanted to be your enemy, but you all tried to kill . So today, I will take your life."
Ye Fan was completely unfazed by Mo Yichen’s threat. At his level, what did it matter if Mo Yichen had cultivated the Absolute Poison Gang? In his eyes, even if Ancestor Mo joined the fight, it would be useless.
"Since it has co to this, let’s just die together!" Mo Yichen roared. Instantly, a black, intensely toxic fog erupted from his back. He had undoubtedly activated his Absolute Poison Gang.
The Absolute Poison Gang was a last resort, not ant to be activated until the final mont. The reason was simple: he had not yet truly mastered the Cultivation Technique. Activating it prematurely would co at an enormous price.
Ye Fan charged forward, but in the next instant, he was t with a barrage of venom. There was no room to retreat. Despite being a Supre Level expert, Ye Fan could feel the mortal threat from the poison.
He retreated quickly, but the assault wasn’t over. Mo Yichen lunged forward in a frenzy, his entire body now seeping with the world’s most virulent venom.
A red, poisonous fog rushed toward Ye Fan. He instantly felt dizzy and disoriented; his combat power plumted. He was overco with a powerful urge to sleep as the red fog began to turn white.
At that mont, Ye Fan could feel the life force draining from his body.
The Absolute Poison Gang was terrifying indeed
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