Serious Beating!

"Ahhhhhh..."

The next moment, Yang Yanpeng barked madly without end. His palms, after finishing their flowery hand-waving, threw out streak after streak of afterimages, bombarding Zou Feng as densely as raindrops.

This was a move only found in the complete Five Poisons Palm—Myriad Poisons Converge!

"Die, die, die!!"

A roar could bolster one's momentum and temporarily drive away fear.

Zou Feng had no interest in being struck by Yang Yanpeng's move. That would be the same as letting him wildly grope all over him.

So he immediately shifted his steps and began swaying and staggering as if drunk.

Yet this seemingly disorderly, drunkard-like swaying somehow always allowed him to evade every one of Yang Yanpeng's palm strikes by a hair's breadth.

Yang Yanpeng's Myriad Poisons Converge had converged upon nothing but loneliness.

He couldn't hit him?

Why couldn't he hit him no matter what!?

Cold sweat poured from Yang Yanpeng. Though he continued throwing palms, his expression already showed signs that he was about to cry from anxiety.

Naturally, such high-intensity, unceasing palm strikes could not be maintained for long.

Seeing that his strength was about to give out, Yang Yanpeng hastily withdrew his palms, retreated three steps, and quickly caught his breath.

If he did not recover his breath soon, his lungs were about to explode.

"That's it?"

"The complete Five Poisons Palm is nothing special!"

Zou Feng grew even more disappointed, then raised both palms.

As his ten fingers twisted, they gave off a series of crisp, chilling cracks.

"Then next, it's my turn!"

Before his words had even faded, Zou Feng swept in like a gale.

His palms too continuously produced afterimages as they blasted toward Yang Yanpeng.

But if Yang Yanpeng's attacks had been as dense as a rain of poison pouring down...

Then Zou Feng's palm force was a tidal wave of poison!

Of course, Zou Feng did not know Myriad Poisons Converge.

Yet palm force that fused Heart-Pressing, Face-Breaking, and Elixir-Shattering, combined with the Five Poisons Stake Art, had long made his Five Poisons Palm a style unto itself.

He could not be bothered to give this move some flashy, fancy name.

It was simply and directly—Serious Beating!

"Ooohhhhhh..." Zou Feng treated Yang Yanpeng like a durable punching bag, venting freely upon him and unleashing powerful blows.

Yang Yanpeng, meanwhile, was like a small boat amid raging waves, constantly carried along by the tide and utterly unable to control himself.

His shrieks were far more miserable than a pig being slaughtered during the New Year.

After venting for a while, Zou Feng finally revealed a pleased expression.

Wonderful. So satisfying!

Since practicing the Five Poisons Skill, he had finally had a proper good time.

But he had not dealt a killing blow for now. After all, there was still something very important that required Yang Yanpeng's cooperation.

Of course, another reason Yang Yanpeng was still alive was his exceptional poison resistance.

After enduring the side effects for some time before this, he had developed some resistance after all.

Yang Yanpeng was now trembling as he leaned against the corner of the wall. His clothes were in tatters, his body covered in bruises, and his head swollen into a pig's head.

Yet he was still wailing miserably through tears and snot, unbearably loud.

"Too noisy!"

Annoyed by the noise, Zou Feng struck again.

A bright-red middle finger abruptly enlarged before Yang Yanpeng's eyes.

In the end, it pressed against the center of his brow.

Throughout the entire process, Yang Yanpeng used every last scrap of strength to wave his hands in terror, trying to knock aside Zou Feng's finger.

Yet for some reason, Zou Feng's Passion-Chaos Finger completely ignored Yang Yanpeng's obstruction and still struck him directly.

Once struck, Yang Yanpeng's entire body trembled. Then he could no longer move, and his screams stopped abruptly.

Disappointment on his face, Zou Feng reached out again and lifted him up like a chick.

It had felt good...

But unfortunately, he had originally hoped that the complete Five Poisons Palm might have something different about it.

"Alright, now we can talk!"

"But I only want to know: how exactly does this refinement work?"

Lifting Yang Yanpeng up, he casually flung him beside the large earthenware basin inside the room.

Anyone could tell with their toes that the basin of liquid Yang Yanpeng had specially prepared had to be related to the refinement.

After speaking, Zou Feng slapped Yang Yanpeng, waking him from the mindless state caused by the Passion-Chaos Finger.

"This young master... uh, I-I'll tell you. Can you guarantee that you'll let me go?"

Yang Yanpeng, who had already fallen into despair, suddenly seemed to have grasped a lifeline.

But when he thought of how Zou Feng might refine him instead...

So after all that effort, all that enormous expenditure of thought and cost, I ended up becoming the Gu!?

Zou Feng did not answer. He merely continued staring straight at him.

"As long as you... swear a heart-demon poison oath, I'll tell you the method!"

"Otherwise, even if you kill me, I won't say a thing. Either way, you won't let me go..." By the end, Yang Yanpeng looked as though he had completely thrown caution to the wind.

Yang Yanpeng knew that this might be his only chance to survive.

For martial artists, there was no need to say how weighty a heart-demon poison oath was.

So no matter what, he had to hold firm on this point!

Unfortunately, no matter what, he could never have known that this cheat-user Zou Feng would never develop heart demons from practicing martial arts.

Even if he did, someone else would bear them.

Therefore, Zou Feng could casually make heart-demon poison oaths and toy with Yang Yanpeng.

However... he could deceive him, but there was no need to.

"I don't understand what gave you the illusion that you could still bargain with me." Zou Feng's smile gradually turned cold.

"Perfect. I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"I just wonder how long a pampered young master like you can hold out..."

Yang Yanpeng's calculations seemed sound, but he appeared to have forgotten that the man before him was a poison cultivator.

When it came to torture, poison cultivators who also knew a little medicine were among the very best.

"I'll make you regret ever coming into this world" was definitely not an empty threat!

Watching Zou Feng approach with a savage grin, Yang Yanpeng's courage and soul shattered once again.

"Y-you... what are you going to do..."

"Don't come over... Wait, I... actually, I..."

"Don't come over, ahhhhhh!!"

The room was once more filled with pig-slaughtering screams.

In less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Zou Feng had roughly extracted what he wanted to know.

Pinching his nose, Zou Feng stood up.

Then, with a look of disgust, he kicked Yang Yanpeng to the other side.

After all, under the torment of agonizing pain, this fellow had long entered a state of "free flight."

The stench was unbearable; even the fragrance emitted by the Five Poisons Palm could not cover it up.

"So refining the Gu poison of the Five Poisons Palm really doesn't require killing the Gu..."

"So, little brother Haoran, this was one of the reasons you were willing to become a traitor, right?"

Zou Feng slowly turned his head and looked at Xu Haoran, who was lying on the floor and pretending to be unconscious.

This fellow had been pretending for a long time. Originally, he had wanted to see whether he could find an opportunity to flee for his life once Zou Feng left the room.

But Zou Feng had never left the room, and had long since seen through his act...

"Brother Feng... I really didn't know..."

His words were vague, but Zou Feng understood.

What he meant was that if he had known Zou Feng was this monstrously strong, he would never have become a traitor even if beaten to death.

"No, you knew. You just didn't believe it." Zou Feng said, "So next, will you chop off your own hands, or shall I help you?"

To refine the Five Poison Gu, only the other party's palms were needed.

After all, a pair of palms was where the Five Poisons Palm's essence lay.