The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 1059 - 1056: Killing Iron Celestial King Again

Chapter 1059: Chapter 1056: Killing Iron Celestial King Again

Qin Hao had met many people in his lifetime.

But it was the first time he had seen someone who seemed to have walked out of a painting.

The person wore a black robe and a bamboo hat, obscuring his face, but because of the lotus, flowing water, and small bridge juxtaposed, everything gained significance.

Qin Hao thought for a moment, then seriously said, "The Six Kings of the Zhou Family are each unfathomably mysterious. Among them, the Iron King’s information is the most plentiful."

He paused, his gaze burning as he looked at the person across the bridge: "I hear you’re skilled with poison?"

The person remained motionless, yet a voice emerged: "Average."

"Very humble." Qin Hao’s lips curled with amusement.

Iron King said little more, coldly stating, "That waste has died."

The Fog Celestial King’s cultivation technique was sinister, and its danger surpassed even that of Qian Feishun and the Zhao Family Ancestor.

Yet, in Iron King’s mouth, it became a waste.

Qin Hao wanted to laugh, but couldn’t. "You call him a waste, it seems, your strength is much greater then?"

Iron King didn’t speak, but his robe began to flutter, appearing quite eerie.

Qin Hao saw that on his black robe, a layer of black fog was swirling out.

With the night breeze, it unexpectedly drifted towards him.

Qin Hao held his breath and focused, took a deep breath, then breathed out loudly.

A gust of wind billowed from his mouth, dispersing the black fog in all directions.

Strangely, the black fog dispersed but didn’t completely vanish, transforming into wisps of black smoke that still drifted towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao squinted his eyes, "Such precise control of inner strength."

If he saw it right, this fog was actually the transformation of Iron King’s inner strength.

Turning inner strength into poisonous fog, the skill in using poison like this was certainly impressive.

As the poisonous fog approached, Qin Hao lightly tapped his foot and retreated.

The fog missed him, but with the shifting wind direction, it continued following Qin Hao.

Qin Hao frowned, the fog seemed to have a form, making it difficult to avoid; to break it, he could only kill Iron King.

In the midst of thoughts, he flickered towards the other side of the bridge.

The entrance to the bridge was a green lawn, where red flowers and green grass bloomed exceptionally bright even in the night.

Just as he was about to land, Qin Hao’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

A feeling of extreme danger surged from all directions.

He knew this was the sixth sense in a moment of crisis.

Instinctively, he stomped hard in the air, his body twisted in mid-air, landing steadily on the bridge.

Turning to look, the flowers and grass were still so vibrant.

However, what fell into Qin Hao’s eyes carried a hidden murderous intent.

He turned his head, staring intently at Iron King: "This patch of flowers and grass is poisoned by you."

Iron King’s voice remained cold, but with a hint of surprise: "You can see it. Not bad."

"What a pity." Qin Hao suddenly shook his head.

Iron King was slightly puzzled: "What a pity?"

"It’s a pity that an expert in poison like you is going to die today!"

Qin Hao spoke plainly, stepping forward. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Iron King rarely smiled, his smile carried a hint of coldness: "You’ll die. Soon."

Qin Hao’s face remained expressionless, and he stepped forward again.

Whoosh!

A great wind rose behind him.

A black fog accompanied by the wind rushed towards his back.

The speed of the wind was fast, and the speed of the fog was equally fast.

Yet Qin Hao seemed unaware. He continued walking forward.

With each step, his body grew heavier.

This was a sign of poisoning.

In fact, the moment he stepped onto the bridge, he was poisoned.

It was an indescribable deadly poison, one Qin Hao had never heard of, but he knew this poison was definitely rare in Jianghu.

Witch Race.

No doubt, the poison used by Iron King was also from the Witch Race. He might even be a remnant of the Witch Race.

"You’re already dying."

Watching Qin Hao’s steps grow increasingly labored, Iron King’s voice carried a hint of pride: "How does the taste of Bone Poison feel? Is your body heavy, your bones aching? Don’t worry, soon enough, the pain will become unbearable, and your bones will turn to pus, leading to your complete demise."

Qin Hao seemed not to hear, still slowly walking alone on the bridge.

Each step was so difficult, each step so precise, but every stride he took was so large.

In no time, he reached the end of the bridge, almost face-to-face with Iron King.

Iron King lifted his bamboo hat, revealing a face pale as a corpse. His face carried a cold killing intent: "The black fog has arrived. You’re dead!"

Compared to Bone Poison, the toxic effect of the black fog was even more overwhelming.

Iron King had personally tested it. The toxicity of the black fog was very potent, more terrifying than high-strength chemical products.

Flesh, stone, even steel would be strongly corroded upon contact with a bit of it.

A martial arts master once renown in Beijing died in the black fog poison.

That master dominated Beijing for five years.

But it only took five seconds for him to be turned into pus by the black fog poison.

This illustrates how terrifying the black fog poison is.

Now, Qin Hao, regardless of the black fog behind him, was determined to kill him.

This was an extremely foolish move.

Iron King could even picture this young man’s body festering, screaming in agony.

Finally, before Qin Hao could strike, the black fog landed on his back.

Sizzling!

A sound similar to roasting emerged.

Iron King could imagine that Qin Hao’s back must have been corroded by the black fog poison, gradually festering.

But after seeing Qin Hao’s expression, Iron King’s heart sank: "Why hasn’t his expression changed? Isn’t he in pain?"

A dark shadow flew in front of him.

Iron King saw it was a surge of inner strength shot from Qin Hao’s palm, immense, intense, and shocking.

He sensed the taste of death, he lifted his robe, and struck out with one hand.

Vast inner strength surged out from his palm, in no time blocking the shadow of inner strength from Qin Hao.

Iron King thought he had survived.

Then he saw a bolt of lightning.

When the lightning disappeared, there was a bloody hole in his chest, emitting a sound akin to roasting meat.

Looking down, he saw that the flesh around the blood hole in his chest was blurred from burning.

Why is it like this?

Why did I die first?

Iron King raised his head, full of bewilderment, seeing the same expressionless face of Qin Hao.

Why hasn’t he turned into pus?

Regardless, having been hit by double deadly poisons, he’s destined to die.

With this thought, Iron King closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Witnessing Iron King’s corpse fall, the black fog behind Qin Hao finally dissipated.

He stripped off his clothes, revealing a bare upper body.

His back bore scars of flesh and blood, as if scorched by a fierce fire.

Yet his expression remained indifferent.