Zhuang Zhou Dreams of Butterflies, Shifting Forms and Positions!

Zhuang Zhou Dreams of Butterflies, Shifting Forms and Positions!

At this moment.

A cold sneer instantly appeared on Fan Xiong's face as his gaze locked onto the Poison God before him.

Suddenly, Fan Xiong seemed to sense a trace of killing intent. A terrifying demonic aura spread out at once, and a Seven-Tailed Centipede appeared in Fan Xiong's palm, viciously biting toward him.

Fan Xiong's expression changed instantly as he felt a terrifying poison spreading through his body.

"Brat, you think you can ambush me? You're far too green!"

Only then did the Poison God slowly turn his cold face toward Fan Xiong and stare at him.

"Although you disguised yourself as Fan Xiong and seem to have been severely poisoned, I can sense that there isn't the slightest sign of poisoning within your body."

"Kid, you're the one who killed that Bloodfiend Old Monster, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Bai Ye stopped pretending. His gaze remained fixed on the Poison God. "I didn't expect that, just to make the Seven-Tailed Centipede bite me, you'd take one of my sword strikes head-on."

"The Poison God truly lived up to his name—scheming, ruthless, and vicious."

Boundless killing intent surged from the Poison God as the aura within him continued to roil outward. At this moment, there was not the slightest sign that he had been poisoned.

Clearly, Jiuyu Qianye had been utterly useless against him.

"You killed an elder of my Myriad Poisons Sect and released poison to slaughter my sect's disciples. This time, I'll make you beg for life and pray for death!"

The Poison God was truly enraged!

Having dominated the world for hundreds of years, when had he ever suffered such a massive loss?

He had never expected a mere one-man force to throw the Myriad Poisons Sect into such a state.

The Poison God's killing intent ran rampant, terrifying beyond measure, and the entire hall began to tremble.

Seeing this, Bai Ye inwardly cursed.

This time, Bai Ye had truly miscalculated.

This old monster really was a monster.

Jiuyu Qianye was completely ineffective against him. This old monster had founded the Myriad Poisons Sect single-handedly and made it the strongest of the Demonic Cult's four major forces. He truly was no fraud.

"Worthy indeed of being the Poison God!"

"My Jiuyu Qianye was actually completely useless against you."

Bai Ye merely smiled calmly as he looked at the killing intent boiling from the Poison God. "You really want to kill me, huh?"

"Though I'm weaker than you, I'm afraid you don't have the time for that now."

"Do you want to kill me, or save the many disciples of your Myriad Poisons Sect? They don't have much time left."

The moment those words fell, the Poison God's killing intent surged even more uncontrollably.

A mere junior actually dared to threaten him.

"Killing you won't take much time."

As the Poison God spoke, his entire body became enveloped in endless sinister poisonous miasma, and a terrifying aura filled the entire hall.

Bai Ye clenched his teeth, an endlessly sinister look appearing on his face.

"You think that's enough to kill me?"

"Poison God, you may be strong, but you underestimate me too much."

In an instant, Bai Ye's aura surged. The baleful energy of the Ancient Demon Sword in his hand soared to the heavens, its momentum not the least bit weaker than the Poison God's.

"After being poisoned by my Seven-Tailed Centipede, how much fighting strength do you still have?"

The Poison God merely gave a cold laugh.

His Seven-Tailed Centipede was a rare wonder of the world, incomparably venomous. Once someone was poisoned by it, their strength would inevitably be greatly diminished.

Rumble!

In an instant, the Poison God launched an attack, and terrifying blood-tinged poisonous miasma billowed forth.

The Demonic Sword in Bai Ye's hand also erupted with overwhelming power. Terrifying blood-fiend energy invaded his entire body, making him seem as though he had fallen into demonhood.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The terrifying battle instantly resounded throughout the hall as blood-fiend mist filled the sky and earth.

Bai Ye and the Poison God clashed fiercely in midair. Every exchange triggered violent tremors in space.

Dark clouds churned overhead, while shrill cries rang without end, like the wails and shrieks of ghosts.

"Who exactly are you?!"

"You were bitten by my Seven-Tailed Centipede, yet you still possess such fighting strength."

In midair, the Poison God suddenly spoke coldly.

"You want to know who I am?"

"Kill me, and you'll find out!"

Bai Ye's darkened lips curled with a trace of wicked charm. He looked like a disciple of the Demonic Cult, wild and unrestrained.

"You truly think you're my opponent?"

The Poison God sneered coldly as killing intent erupted all around him.

Behind the Poison God, blood-fiend poisonous miasma surged, accompanied by repeated shrieks. Another terrifying attack launched toward Bai Ye.

This time, Bai Ye's expression became increasingly ugly.

This old monster was too powerful!

He was absolutely no match for him!

At this moment, he not only had to suppress the poison within himself, but also drive the Ancient Demon Sword with all his strength, allowing it to erode his body in exchange for power far beyond his own.

Yet even so, it was still difficult to withstand this man.

Could this old monster have already reached the Taiqing Realm?!

At that thought, Bai Ye revealed a wary expression.

Boom!

Just as Bai Ye was thinking, another attack came crashing toward him, and he barely managed to evade it.

Rumble!

The terrifying attack blasted directly toward a side hall of the Myriad Poisons Sect, causing the hall to collapse with a thunderous roar.

Sizzle, sizzle~~!

Immediately afterward, hissing sounds came from the collapsed hall.

Bai Ye looked over and saw that the hall's beams were being corroded, turning into liquid in an instant.

Damn it!

This had gotten a little out of hand.

Looking at the scene, Bai Ye muttered inwardly.

This old monster's strength was no joke. If he continued tangling with him, death would be his only end.

Time to run!

With that thought, Bai Ye's eyes shifted slightly.

"Trying to run?"

"You killed an elder of my Myriad Poisons Sect and poisoned my sect's disciples to death. Even if you grew wings today, you still wouldn't escape."

Seeing through Bai Ye's intentions at a glance, the Poison God's eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness.

The blood-fiend poisonous miasma within him swept across the heavens and earth once more, shrouding the entire space as endless black poisonous fog surrounded Bai Ye.

"Is that so?"

"Unfortunately, if I want to run, you can't stop me."

As he spoke, Bai Ye waved his hand, and the Ancient Demon Sword in his grasp instantly transformed into a jade flute.

A leisurely flute melody immediately echoed through the space.

As the melody rose, the very space around them began to change.

Seeing this, the Poison God's expression shifted slightly. He abruptly raised his hand, and black poisonous miasma surged forth.

Corrosive Poison Moss!

Facing the attack about to strike his body, Bai Ye merely smiled calmly as the flute melody rose and fell.

Dreamlike butterflies appeared one after another in the air, circling around Bai Ye.

Dream Butterfly Escape!

Space froze for an instant. Then Bai Ye's body became illusory before vanishing entirely, disappearing completely from this stretch of space.

The Poison God's attack struck nothing but empty air.

Seeing this, the Poison God's killing intent soared to the heavens. His terrifying aura swept outward as his gaze searched in every direction.

"Brat!"

"I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!!!"

His earth-shaking roar resounded through the heavens.

Within the endless Dense Forest, a dreamlike butterfly emerged from midair, and Bai Ye's body appeared from within it.

"Pfft~!"

The instant he emerged, Bai Ye's face turned green, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood. His complexion was dark and sickly, while his aura fluctuated unstably.

"I almost died!"

"I was careless. This old monster is no joke. If not for Dream Butterfly Escape, I'd really have been finished this time."

Leaning against a massive tree, Bai Ye spoke with a grave expression.

Dream Butterfly Escape!

A Daoist escape technique originating from the tale of "Zhuang Zhou Dreams of Butterflies."

It was a dream-butterfly art that was both illusory and real, capable of altering the arrangement of space to achieve the effect of shifting forms and positions.

Had it not been for this Daoist escape technique, Bai Ye truly would have died at the Poison God's hands.

At that thought, Bai Ye turned back and took one deep look in the direction of the Myriad Poisons Sect. Then his body shot toward the outside of Serpent Valley, disappearing into the endless Dense Forest.