Ghost King knew Wang Yue could kill Bai Du Zi, but he merely gave a dismissive laugh. "I advise you to turn back while you still can. If you die here, no one will be around to bury you."
Poison God saw that Ghost King didn't even take him seriously and roared in fury. A plume of black smoke surged toward Ghost King and his loyal followers.
The poison was as black as ink. Seeing it, Ghost King realized Poison God had probably broken through again. He quickly raised a magic treasure to hold back the poisonous smoke for the moment, then shouted at his followers,
"Get out of here!"
The disciples knew that staying would only keep Ghost King from leaving, so they hurried down the mountain.
Poison God sneered but didn't pursue them. To him, killing Ghost King would be far more satisfying than killing a crowd of disciples. Besides, once Ghost King was dead, his followers would return sooner or later.
But Poison God had little time to celebrate before he found himself facing a deadly crisis.
Seeing that Ghost King had persuaded some of the others to leave, Wang Yue decided there was no point in saying more. He didn't even draw the Immortal Slaying Sword. Instead, he shouted, "Sword Come!"
At Wang Yue's cry, a huge, brilliantly multicolored sword slowly emerged from the space between his brows and slashed toward Poison God.
This time, he wasn't using an area attack. He was wielding the sword in his Sea of Consciousness. After being nourished by the golden gourd, it seemed to have evolved a little, and he wanted to test its power.
Everyone stared at Wang Yue in shock. They hadn't expected him to have a sword hidden between his brows, let alone one so beautiful.