The Poison Maiden, Xiao Yi Xian

Chuyun Empire.

As a nation located within the Northwestern Continent,

its territory was vast, not inferior in the slightest to the neighboring Jia Ma Empire.

However, because poison masters—a profession almost universally despised across the Northern Continent—were the primary cultivators there, it was far more dangerous and chaotic than the latter.

Now, in a desolate region near the empire's border, the ground was strewn with rotting corpses that emitted green smoke. A thick stench of blood and decay wafted from them.

One could imagine that an extremely brutal battle had just taken place.

"I-Iron Protector is dead."

Standing in the air, an old man in a green robe embroidered with a bear's head stared at the powder drifting around him. He swallowed hard and stammered.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he never would have believed that Iron Protector—the one who had helped him advance into the Dou Zong realm—could be obliterated in a single strike!

What kind of terrifying power had that been? Perhaps only legendary experts who had reached the strength of a Dou Zun could accomplish such a feat.

The old man in the bear robe was not the only one thinking so. Beside him stood another elderly man, slightly hunched and dressed in plain clothes, leaning on a cane topped with a savage scorpion head.

Though the old man said nothing, his cloudy eyes were filled with undisguised disbelief.

"Thousand Poison Illusory Spring!"

A cold, emotionless cry rang out. Countless viscous gray streaks of light shot toward the two men, blotting out the sky.

As the thick gray light swept across the heavens, its intense corrosive force left countless visible scars in the air.

Seeing this, the old man in the bear robe surged with Dou Qi. A blood-red energy shield formed