Chen Changming instantly closed in on Du Jiugong.
Whoosh!
His right fist came wrapped in a savage force that could split mountains and shatter stone, driving straight for the old poisoner's face.
"Seeking death!"
Du Jiugong sneered, his gaze turning abruptly cold.
The gourd at his waist shook violently, and a surge of dark green poisonous mist burst out. Countless tiny poison needles shot from within it, raining toward Chen Changming like pear blossoms in a storm.
Boom—
Chen Changming's right fist shook the air. The poison needles quivered in unison, ringing out with a clatter before tumbling to the ground. As the poisonous mist briefly thinned, he pressed forward without slowing, his left fist blasting out like a cannonball.
Du Jiugong's expression shifted.
He hadn't expected this Body Cultivator's physical defenses to be so astonishing.
The poison needles he had painstakingly refined over many years were like a venomous snake's fangs. Every one of them had reached the level of a low-grade Spirit Treasure. They were not only as hard as iron but also carried deadly poison.
Yet, astonishingly, even when more than a thousand needles shot out together like locusts sweeping across the land, they hadn't so much as grazed his opponent. They couldn't even pierce that skin, which was like an unbreakable wall of bronze and iron.
A sense of crisis rose in Du Jiugong's heart.
At the critical moment, he suddenly slapped the largest gourd at his waist. A gigantic centipede crawled out of it.
The centipede was emerald green from head to tail, about a zhang long, and gave off a foul stench that made one's skin crawl. Seven pairs of wings beat rapidly, stirring up a fierce poisonous wind.
"The Nine-Winged Centipede!"
The Earth Demon Elder couldn't help exclaiming, a trace of wariness flashing