At the sight of two Golden Core True Persons dying, Senior Brother Lu Wen clearly could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. He glared at Xia Ping. "You actually dare to kill disciples of my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect? Do you know that every time one of our Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples dies, they leave a spiritual brand upon their enemy? The stronger they are, the more terrifying the spiritual brand they leave behind.
"If you kill enough Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples, an eternal, undying curse of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect will be left upon you. At that time, your soul will be like the sun in the universe, constantly radiating light.
"Any disciple of our Ten Thousand Poisons Sect who encounters you will know that you are our mortal enemy. They will come to kill you without fearing death, using every possible method to make trouble for you like mad dogs.
"If the matter becomes serious, even Saints will choose to kill you. Even having a Saint backing you will be useless. Are you sure you want to become enemies with my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? We've already reached this point—we're mortal enemies. What's this talk of being enemies or not? If your Ten Thousand Poisons Sect has the guts, then come kill me. You don't have enough strength, yet you want to lecture me about rules? What a fool's dream."
Xia Ping's figure flashed, and in an instant, he arrived behind Lu Wen and threw another punch.
Heavenly Net Soul-Devouring Fist!
Lu Wen countered with a backhanded punch. Terrifying devil qi surged from his body, and dense devilish inscriptions emerged from the depths of the void, condensing into demonic skulls that gave off deep, terrifying, evil auras that