Great Bamboo Peak.
Black Bamboo Forest.
Tian Buyi stood in the distance.
He watched the Poison God, who had once been so arrogant, begging his little disciple for mercy like a stray dog.
A sense of absurdity rose in Tian Buyi's heart.
It was so surreal that he wondered if he was still dreaming.
He instinctively looked at Su Ru beside him.
Su Ru looked just as bewildered, clearly still reeling from that world-shattering strike.
"Misunderstanding?"
Ye Xuan landed beside the crater, idly twirling the Chang Qing Sword in his hand.
The tip of the sword traced ripples through the air, visible to the naked eye.
"Heh."
"When you released that poisonous smoke just now, you didn't call it a misunderstanding."
"Now that you can't win, suddenly it's a misunderstanding?"
"The Demonic Cult's logic really is flexible, isn't it?"
Ye Xuan wore a radiant, harmless smile.
At his words,
the Poison God's heart clenched.
He understood the meaning behind Ye Xuan's smile.
It wasn't a child's innocence.
It was the amusement of a hunter watching a dying prey caught in a trap.
"I can trade a secret for my life!"
"I know—"
The Poison God shouted urgently, trying to bargain with whatever he had.
"No need."
Ye Xuan cut him off.
"I prefer dead men to secrets."
"Dead men follow the rules."
Before his words had even faded,
Ye Xuan raised his hand again.
This time, there was no incantation.
He didn't even gather his strength.
It was as if the thunder that could destroy heaven and earth were simply a dog Ye Xuan had raised, ready to bite whoever he pointed at.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three more pillars of lightning struck.
No fancy tricks.
Each hit landed precisely.
"No—!!!"
The Poison God's desperate scream cut off abruptly.
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