Chapter 409: Chapter 408: Strong Counterattack
Under the influence of the Absolute Poison Gang, Ye Fan felt dizzy, his vision blurring.
At that mont, Mo Yichen lunged, thrusting a poison-laced dagger toward Ye Fan’s neck.
"Not good!"
Ye Fan shook his head sharply to stay conscious, then shot out his right hand and seized Mo Yichen’s dagger. Mo Yichen couldn’t break free. In that fleeting instant, the blade had nearly pierced Ye Fan’s weakest point, and cold sweat stread down his back. Then, Ye Fan sent him flying with a punch, causing him to spit blood.
But Mo Yichen didn’t fall into despair or even beco solemn. On the contrary, a hint of excitent flashed in his eyes. He laughed mockingly at Ye Fan. "Not bad, not bad. A very fun ga. Did you really think you could act so recklessly just because you blocked my poison technique for a mont? You’re wrong. Next, I’ll show you what it ans to be the King of Poisons!"
He laughed wildly, his confidence swelling. Now that he had unleashed his Absolute Poison Gang and Ye Fan was unable to resist, he was sure of his victory. He roared as his hands rapidly gathered a terrifying black gas.
As the black poison fog spread, everything in its path—towering trees, young saplings, and even the turf—began to wither and disintegrate. Death was instantaneous, and an aura of death perated the very earth.
This was the essence of the Absolute Poison Gang. Every expert from the Mo Sect who mastered it could be called a Poison King, an existence that could shake the world and make all others tremble. Mo Yichen was advancing down this path, and his reason for wanting Liu Ruyan was simple: she possessed a special constitution that could absorb a portion of his poison. With her, he could cultivate the Absolute Poison Gang to the realm of great mastery. Therefore, he had never given up on Liu Ruyan. Without her, his plan might fail. If the toxins were to exceed the limits his body could contain before he achieved a breakthrough, he would be in mortal danger.
He was now determined to land a fatal blow on Ye Fan. This was the essence of a Poison King and the foundation of the Absolute Poison Gang. As the black poison fog enveloped Ye Fan, he found even his hair was turning yellow.
Although Ye Fan had a chance to kill Mo Yichen with a single strike, he found himself unable to move his limbs. For soone of his power, the feeling was infuriating. However, at this critical juncture, Ye Fan cald down. He seed to have his own way of dealing with the situation. He stood motionless, allowing the poison fog to corrode his body. Even though the tornt was excruciating, he remained as calm and unflustered as if he were sleeping rather than fighting. As the poison fog settled on his skin, he felt a searing pain and cold sweat drenched his body, yet he remained completely still.
"Putting on a show!" Mo Yichen sneered. He didn’t rush forward, wary that Ye Fan might make a desperate, final stand. Instead, he waited, watching Ye Fan’s every move. He could afford to wait; Ye Fan, in his opinion, could not. He could already sense that Ye Fan was growing weaker.
He then charged toward the dazed Ye Fan, intent on a single, lethal strike. During Ye Fan’s peak, he wouldn’t have dared, but now, he saw only a man in a state of utter weakness.
"Black Poison Palm!"
A massive black palm materialized and descended, aiming to annihilate Ye Fan in one blow.
But at that mont, Ye Fan roared, "Nine Yang Revival!"
This was the most refined True Qi from his internal cultivation thod, the Pure Yang Skill. Relying on this Supre Yang Qi, Ye Fan forcibly shielded his Dantian, temporarily resisting the invasion of the Absolute Poison Gang. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Fan launched a desperate counterattack.
"Not good!"
Mo Yichen was stunned. He never expected that, even at this hopeless mont, Ye Fan could still neutralize his attack. When Ye Fan’s strike landed, the giant black palm instantly shattered.
"Shadowless Palm!" Ye Fan bellowed, unleashing dozens of palm strikes imbued with True Qi that rained down on Mo Yichen.
"AHH!" Mo Yichen spat blood. This ti, he felt true despair. It was a step too slow. By now, he could no longer save himself.
Pressing his advantage, Ye Fan closed in and crushed his body with a single claw-like strike.
"AHH!" he scread before collapsing to the ground.
"I am not resigned to this!" he shrieked. "My Absolute Poison Gang is the strongest power in existence! Why did I lose to you?"
But at this point, his indignation was futile.
Ye Fan wasted no ti on words. A flash of his sword, and Mo Yichen’s head was severed from his body.
The trumpets of victory sounded. The n on Ye Fan’s side instantly converged. His forces alone had been struggling to hold on, but with the addition of two other groups, they had grown much stronger. The troops Mo Yichen had brought were annihilated in less than half an hour, revealing the true might of the Heavenly King Hall.
Ye Fan commanded, "Attack the Mo Sect Base!"
"Yes, sir!"
Under his leadership, the group charged toward the base.
anwhile, the Mo Sect Base was in turmoil. The Heavenly King Hall’s massive assault had made them more nervous than ever. Although the base was filled with people, the lack of news from Mo Yichen left them all restless and on edge.
With a trendous BOOM, the base’s main gate was split open by Ye Fan’s sword. Instantly, the martial artists of the Heavenly King Hall stord inside, brutally tearing apart anyone who dared to stand in their way.
Nangong yelled, "Brothers, follow
and charge! Slaughter them all! Leave no survivors!"
Nangong, who had always reveled in slaughter, felt as if he had entered his own personal paradise. He was undoubtedly the one who killed the most. Along the way, he crushed every martial artist he encountered, regardless of their strength, leaving a grueso trail of carnage. Even covered in blood, Nangong felt no discomfort. He only regretted that he hadn’t killed more.
"Don’t be arrogant, King of Heaven!"
Several dark shadows appeared, darting into the Heavenly King Hall’s ranks and cutting down many martial artists.
Ye Fan shouted, "Heavenly Silkworm Guards! Let this bunch of ants see what true strength is!"
He swiftly rushed toward two of the shadows. They were the notorious Heavenly Silkworm Guards, captains of the suicide squad. Nangong also engaged another one.
With a fierce cry, a colossal force erupted from within Ye Fan.
"Slaughter Sword Dao!"
His sword slashed down, instantly shredding two Heavenly Silkworm Guards to pieces. On the other side, just as the light from Ye Fan’s sword faded, Nangong tore apart the Heavenly Silkworm Guard he had been fighting.
"That was thrilling! HAHAHA!" Nangong laughed wildly. He was, without a doubt, the most ferocious man in the Heavenly King Hall.
Ye Fan nodded in agreent, then added gravely, "This is the Mo Sect Base. Be careful. Ancestor Mo has yet to appear, so don’t fall for any traps."
He had a strange premonition. Why were we able to break into the Mo Sect Base so easily? In my view, this matter is far from simple. I can’t rest easy until Ancestor Mo is defeated.
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