A Complete Mess!

In a daze, Xu Haoran looked at Zou Feng's "kind" smile and finally had the thought that this man might be even more terrifying than Yang Yanpeng...

The reason he had chosen to become a traitor, aside from his own twisted heart, was mainly because he had witnessed Yang Yanpeng's strength.

Yang Yanpeng had mastered the complete version of the Five Poisons Palm to the point of seamless mastery.

He was ridiculously strong!

Zou Feng and he had only practiced the incomplete Five Poisons Palm. What gave them the right to fight Yang Yanpeng?!

"Brother Feng, y-you can't blame me..."

"A wise man submits to circumstances. I had no choice!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Xu Haoran began exerting force, intending to break free from Zou Feng's restraint.

At the same time, he circulated his power with his other hand and struck Zou Feng with Face-Breaking, a move from the Five Poisons Palm.

Of course, he did not expect to defeat Zou Feng. He only wanted to buy himself time so Yang Yanpeng could save him in time.

"Ah—"

Zou Feng had barely exerted any force when the bones in Xu Haoran's hand holding the dagger were twisted apart.

At the same time, he caught the palm strike coming at him and crushed the bones in that wrist as well.

Then he followed up with a kick to Xu Haoran's knee, shattering his kneecap and completely robbing him of the ability to move.

He did not kill him for now only because Zou Feng had yet to figure out how to "refine" him.

He would have to ask Yang Yanpeng about that first...

The entire room was instantly filled with Xu Haoran's shrill screams.

"You did have a choice. You just chose wrong." After saying that, Zou Feng ignored Xu Haoran and turned to Yang Yanpeng.

"Interesting!"

Yang Yanpeng's eyes lit up, and he abruptly rose straight up from the wicker chair.

At the same time, a fragrance completely different from the one Zou Feng emitted when circulating his power spread from his body.

"You really do have talent for cultivating poison arts..." Yang Yanpeng shook his head as if in regret. "It's just a pity that you only practiced the incomplete Five Poisons Palm in the end!"

"Now, I'll let you see the real Five Poisons Palm!"

The moment his words fell, Yang Yanpeng exhaled sharply and assumed a stance.

When he planted his feet on the floor as he set his stance, everything around him trembled.

His palms were a purplish-blue, almost shrouded in a constantly drifting toxic mist.

The more one looked at his palms through the fog, the more muddled one became.

There was no need to smell them. Merely looking at those poisonous palms was enough to make one drowsy.

Just assuming a stance created such a spectacle. It was truly terrifying.

If Xu Haoran had not been in so much pain that he could only scream, he would probably have shouted something like, "Long live Young Master!" to cheer him on.

Even Zou Feng nodded approvingly at the sight of those painstakingly tempered, deadly poisonous palms.

"Not bad!" He rolled his neck. "You should be enough to let me enjoy myself!"

Taking a step forward, Zou Feng began circulating his power at full strength as well.

Yet rather than setting a stance, his movements looked more like he was standing in some kind of stake art.

"Croak—"

His cheeks bulged as he exhaled with a deep, penetrating sound. Invisible ripples formed and spread outward without end.

This was the Toad Stake of the Five Poisons Stake Art Zou Feng had created himself.

Each exhalation while circulating his power could mobilize the strength of his entire body and build momentum. It was most suited for short bursts of explosive output.

With every breath he expelled, the whole room began shaking in a rhythmic pulse.

"Croak!"

After the final sound, several porcelain bowls on the table shattered in response.

Ever since he had begun cultivating, Zou Feng had never gone all out.

He had been holding himself back for far too long.

With his momentum fully built, Zou Feng slowly raised a hand, then grinned viciously and made a provocative gesture at Yang Yanpeng, signaling that he could come at him.

But by now, Yang Yanpeng's smile had completely frozen on his face.

Originally, he had been calm and composed, waiting for Zou Feng to circulate his power.

He had even prepared a few mocking taunts, intending to let Zou Feng make the first move before crushing him with thunderous force.

Then he would make him understand in despair: "You're merely the gu I raised. You were destined to be refined alive!"

Yet although he had written the script in his head, the other party had no intention of following it.

Um... I haven't screwed this up, have I?

Yang Yanpeng's opening stance grew increasingly stiff. How could he dare strike with thunderous force now...

What the hell? Was this really the incomplete Five Poisons Palm I gave Zou Feng?!

It was not just that those few breaths had created an overwhelmingly shocking effect. In Yang Yanpeng's eyes, the Zou Feng who had finished building momentum was practically a different person!

First, his muscles had swelled by a whole circle, and he even seemed to have grown taller?

His smile was indescribably savage and terrifying, like a vicious beast that had spotted its prey.

Though his palms were overall purplish-blue, they also faintly glimmered with specks of gold. One look was enough to tell they were poisonous as hell!

Moreover, the fragrance emitted from Zou Feng's palms was much fainter than Yang Yanpeng's.

Yet although the scent was lighter, its power to make one dizzy even from far away was even greater...

Yang Yanpeng swallowed and blinked hard.

He was starting to suspect that perhaps he had opened his eyes wrong.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

How could an incomplete Five Poisons Palm manual produce such a monstrous poison?

At that moment, Yang Yanpeng felt as though he had casually raised a gu, only to accidentally raise a Gu King he could not control at all...

"Wait!"

"Zou Feng, as fellow poison cultivators, I think we can sit down and talk first!" Yang Yanpeng coughed, putting on a solemn expression.

Zou Feng's pupils contracted as fury surged and exploded within him.

I've already taken my pants off, and now you're telling me to wait!?

"Talk my ass—!"

Bang!

The floor exploded as Zou Feng lunged at Yang Yanpeng with the speed of a toad pouncing on prey.

Yang Yanpeng's legs trembled in fright. His first instinct was to run, but the room was small and Zou Feng blocked the exit. Where could he run?

Fortunately, he had mastered the Five Poisons Palm to the point of seamless mastery. Seeing that he could only fight, he gritted his teeth and went for it!

His palms pushed forward, seemingly slow yet actually swift. Amid the howling gust, Yang Yanpeng unleashed the complete Five Poisons Heart-Seizing Palm.

As he struck, he had already prepared himself to smash through the door and flee if Zou Feng dodged.

But the result was... Zou Feng neither dodged nor evaded. He actually chose to take it head-on!

So hard!

As that thought flashed through his mind, Yang Yanpeng was so astonished that his mouth could have fit three duck eggs.

"That's it?"

"Your Five Poisons Palm is a complete mess!"

Zou Feng grinned and reached for Yang Yanpeng's neck with a huge hand like a cattail fan.

Zou Feng had chosen to take the strike head-on not because he was careless or reckless.

It was because he knew that the strength of the Five Poisons Palm lay in the poison it carried, not its striking force.

And Zou Feng's mixed-poison body was no longer something mere "Five Poisons" could shake.

Furthermore, with the three wicked arts empowering him, his physical constitution alone had long since been overwhelmingly superior.

The moment Yang Yanpeng saw Zou Feng reaching for him, every hair on his body stood on end as he dodged in panic.

Meanwhile, his palms began waving wildly without pause, clearly preparing some kind of ultimate move.

Yet in Zou Feng's eyes, the fellow looked more like he had been scared into a stress response and started wildly flailing his hands.