Yama's Invitation Had No Antidote, and Grandmaster's Dignity Was Torn to Shreds

Tens of thousands of eyes in the entire arena followed Ling Yun's thumb and all turned towards the shady corner at the entrance of the passageway.

Tang San's blood froze into solid ice crystals in that instant.

He tried to pull his right arm, which was raised in mid-air, back into his sleeve, but the killing intent of a level 99 Peerless Douluo had already slammed into his spine like a mountain of iron. His legs trembled, and with a thud, he knocked two white marks off the Plate, and immediately knelt down in the mud.

The hollowed-out dark gold Sinking Silver Mechanism was strapped nakedly to his forearm, gleaming brightly under the scorching sun.

"Good, very good!"

Dugu Bo, always eager for chaos, grinned widely, slapped his thigh, and laughed so hard he almost fell over, "Hiding under the stands Grand Finals, throwing poisoned Hidden Weapon at the Arena! I've spent my whole life in the drug world and never dared to do such low-down, dirty work. Today, I've finally seen it for myself, you hypocritical youngsters!"

The moment these words were uttered, the entire room erupted in chaos.

Arena is Arena, but for spectators to secretly shoot and kill someone? If this gets out, the Heaven Dou Empire and Shrek Academy might as well tear off their masks and use them as shoe soles!

"It wasn't me... it wasn't me who did it."

The string that had been taut in Tang San's mind for over a decade finally snapped completely with a "snap".

His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Ling Yun on the stage, howling like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, tears and snot streaming down his face. "It was him! I aimed at him and shot! He used sorcery to deflect the Poison Sting! He's the one who killed Hu Liena and the others!!"

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Even Flender, who was at the back of the passage, painfully closed his Cat Owl, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

How stupid!

Shouting those words out loud is tantamount to putting a bucket of shit on one's own head in front of the whole world.

It was you who shot the arrow, it was you who poisoned it. You wanted to kill first, and the other person deflected the Poison Sting in self-defense. Whoever was stabbed, wouldn't that deadly mess still fall on your shoulders, Tang San?

"Hand over the antidote!!"

Bibi Dong didn't bother listening to his nonsensical sophistry. She teleported away as if out of thin Teleportation, leaving only a black and gold afterimage, and flashed directly in front of Tang San.

A pale, yet terrifyingly deathly hand grabbed Tang San's slender neck and lifted him from the mud into the air!

Tang San felt his throat bones cracking and popping, his face instantly turning purplish-red, and his feet frantically thrashing about in mid-air.

"Antidote..."

Tang San's eyes rolled upwards, his hands gripping Bibi Dong's fingers tightly, and he managed to squeeze out a few slurred, broken words. "There... there's no antidote..."

"What did you say?!" Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes widened, and the murderous intent in her eyes solidified into a solid knife capable of picking bones.

"That's... the Yama's Invitation..." Tang San's eyes were filled with the despair of impending death.

This poison was brewed by him over a day and a night using dozens of deadly toxins from Sunset Forest, aiming for a single, fatal wound that even a divine being like Ling Yun couldn't save. He never prepared an antidote from the start! If the King of Hell calls you to die at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn? Even he, the one who created the poison, would die if he were to come into contact with even a little bit!

"No antidote? Then pay with your dog's life!!"

Bibi Dong has truly gone mad this time. The Golden Generation is the future foundation of the Spirit Hall, and her disciples, whom she raised like her own flesh and blood, have been destroyed inexplicably by a scoundrel who shot her in the back. She suddenly tightened her grip, her nails about to Crush Grip Tang San's Adam's apple on the spot!

"Have mercy!!"

Behind the crowd, the sharp, screeching sound of wheelchair axles grinding together erupted.

Yu Xiaogang was pushed by Flender, tumbling and scrambling out of the passage. The old man's face was completely pale, and he shouted hoarsely in his dry, broken voice, "Your His Holiness the Pope! Bibi... Dong'er! For the sake of our past relationship, spare his life! He's just a child, he was confused for a moment!!"

Tens of thousands of people in the audience all perked up their ears.

Yu Xiaogang even held up a Spirit Hall Elder Token high in his hand, his hand trembling as if he were shaking in the autumn wind. He was still indulging in wishful thinking, naively believing that by publicly bringing up their old relationship, he could at least make Bibi Dong remember the past and protect his precious disciple.

But he forgot that the one lying on the stage was Bibi Dong's beloved child.

Bibi Dong slowly turned her head and stared intently at the gaunt-faced, arrogant old man in the wheelchair.

"Mutual affection?"

A cold smile, ten times more ferocious than a demon, appeared on Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face.

She didn't even drop Tang San from her grasp; with her other free hand, she swiftly swung her sleeve!

Bang!!

A terrifying, overwhelming shockwave Sturdy into Yu Xiaogang's chest!

Along with his wheelchair, Yu Xiaogang was like a bag of moldy, rotten potatoes, thrown more than ten feet away by this violent Soul Power! He rolled seven or eight times on the hard Plate, Spit Up a mouthful of purplish-black blood, and the Elder Token in his hand also broke in two with a "thud"!

"A good-for-nothing who just loafs around and waits to die, dares to speak of favors to me?!"

Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as an ice-cold guillotine. "Your good disciple poisoned me with Poison Sting under the Arena, ruining my legacy. And now you shamelessly come here to beg for mercy? Yu Xiaogang, your skin is thicker than the walls of Heaven Dou City!"

Yu Xiaogang lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, his sternum broken in countless places. He clutched his chest, convulsing, his dead fish eyes filled with endless despair.

He was obsessed with saving face his whole life, always putting on airs like a Grandmaster and lecturing everyone. But today, in front of all the Soul Master on the continent, he was kicked to the ground like a stray dog by his former woman. His pride and dignity were shattered beyond repair.

On the reviewing stand.

The black blood in the puddle had already seeped out, and Xie Yue and Hu Liena no longer even had the strength to convulse. Their flesh was rotting and black, emitting a rotten egg smell, and they were clearly barely breathing, beyond saving.

Ling Yun didn't bother joining in the dramatic scene of people arguing about dying.

He slowly walked to the edge of the Arena, plopped down, and dangled his legs in mid-air.

He casually pulled a red-skinned, crisp fruit from his pocket—he didn't know where he'd gotten it from—rubbed it on his shirt lapel, and took a big crunchy bite.

Looking at the Spirit Hall below, and Tang San nearly choked to death by Bibi Dong in mid-air, Ling Yun smacked his lips while chewing on fruit and shouted at the cardinals below who were pacing anxiously:

"Hey, don't waste your energy trying to force the poison out with your Soul Power. The more you force it out, the faster it travels through your blood vessels."

He pointed with the leftover fruit pits to the two puddles of black flesh on the table, which were almost turning into poisonous liquid, his tone as casual as if he were chatting with someone at the village entrance:

"Hurry up and go to the backyard and get two big shovels."

"If we delay any longer, we can even skip the wooden box for the ashes and just use a bucket to mop the floor."