"You possess only the strength of the Foundation Establishment Realm. How do you wield such formidable power? Did you consume some Medicine Pill or use some Magical Treasure?"

Qian E’s heart was unsettled; he sensed the breath of death. If he didn’t seize the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl soon, he would lose his chance forever.

Thinking of this, he didn’t dare linger, mobilizing the True Qi within him, he charged fiercely at Yang Cheng.

Seeing him approach swiftly, Yang Cheng curled a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, his voice icy cold: "Overestimating yourself!"

His figure flashed, evading Qian E’s attack, as if deliberately toying with him.

"Is this what you want?"

Yang Cheng slowly raised his hand, revealing the palm-sized, now pitch-black pearl.

"My Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl!"

Qian E instinctively reached his hand out, not yet close when Yang Cheng suddenly clenched his palm.

Bam!

With a muted sound, the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl disintegrated to dust in Yang Cheng’s hand.

Once neutralized, the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl lost its protection, allowing it to be destroyed with True Qi.

Indeed, Yang Cheng could have claimed this Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl for himself, but he disdained using such evilly nurtured Magical Treasure; destroying it was the best choice.

"No! My Spirit Pearl!"

Qian E’s eyes widened in terror, pouncing towards the ground, only to grab a handful of ash.

His entire being stiffened in place, his body hunched, shaking uncontrollably.

The Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl was his years of labor, now destroyed in the blink of an eye and he couldn’t bear to accept this.

The thought of killing Yang Cheng lingered in his mind, yet before he could make a move, he felt an immense pressure from above.

His heart pounded like a drum, his hair stood on end, an unprecedented fear engulfed his entire being.

Yang Cheng’s palm enveloped in True Qi, slashed fiercely towards Qian E, but he reacted quickly, leaping away like a toad.

One must admit Qian E’s strength is indeed formidable, managing to counterattack Yang Cheng with a palm while evading.

But without the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, Qian E’s strike lacked the same impact, forcing him to mobilize all his True Qi, concentrating all his power together to defeat Yang Cheng.

Even if it meant sacrificing all his cultivation, he had to win!

Yang Cheng’s consciousness gradually returned; he could clearly feel the power within him fading slowly.

The momentary surge of strength perhaps was the potential unleashed by his Pure Yang Dragon Physique, once he gathered the Zodiac Primal Energy, he could truly experience that intense power.

While his remaining power lingered, Yang Cheng resolved to fight to the death.

His eyes became increasingly deep, True Qi rushed out wildly from his Dantian, and golden True Qi swirled around him, forming a mini-tornado, making his clothes billow fiercely, his hair disheveled.

The crowd felt oppressed by the powerful energy emitted by the two, their breathing becoming difficult.

Cheng Ruonan knew it was a showdown between the two; unable to assist Yang Cheng, she retreated to a corner, watching the others from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect vigilantly.

Right now, no one dared to move, their eyes fixed on the two in the center.

Yang Cheng condensed True Qi in his palm, striking fiercely at Qian E.

His body didn’t even budge as the golden True Qi mass hit Qian E, completely dispersing the True Qi he had just gathered.

Qian E was blasted away by the tremendous force, crashing heavily against the wall, breaking multiple bones with sharp cracks, and then fell like a rag to the ground.

Blood gushed from all over his body, soaking his clothes in an instant.

He struggled to rise from the ground, muttering, "Impossible, I won’t lose."

Yang Cheng appeared ghostly before him, looking down with a mocking smile, speaking coldly: "Evil cannot conquer righteousness; you were never my match."

Qian E shook his head frantically, blood continuously pouring from his mouth.

"You only possess early-stage Foundation Establishment Realm strength, yet your cultivation is terrifying. What did you do?"

He widened his eyes, desperately wanting an answer, at least to die knowing why.

Honestly, even Yang Cheng was unclear, feeling a force emerging from the void, instantly filling his being.

Could it be the effect of the Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture?

Yang Cheng naturally wouldn’t explain to a dying man; he raised his hand slowly and struck Qian E’s head. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Qian E groaned, his eyes popped out, rolling to the ground, while his hardest bone, the crown of his head, shattered instantly, blood crawling like a centipede across his face.

He couldn’t feel pain, only sensing life gradually slipping away, his eyes full of unwillingness.

After painstaking cultivation for so many years, enduring the torment of the Poison Technique, founding the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect with all his effort, ultimately died at the hands of a young man barely in his twenties.

"I... I am so unwilling, he... he won’t let you go."

His voice was hoarse, his face exceedingly twisted, finally breaking into laughter.

Moments later, his head drooped to the side, breathing his last.

Yang Cheng furrowed his brows, kicking the body aside, disgustedly wiping his hand.

He was puzzled as to who ’he’ mentioned by Qian E might be, wondering if there was someone else pulling strings behind the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

The others from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were already dumbfounded, unable to believe their strongest Sect Leader had been killed like this.

"The Sect Leader is dead!"

"The Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl is destroyed, he wasn’t a match for that guy! What should we do now?"

The crowd panicked, eventually settling on one thought: to run away quickly.

Soon, Yang Cheng noticed their intention, promptly charged forward, sending each of them to the afterlife with a strike.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect was a place of too much sin, and these evil cultivators had lived here for years, stained with who knows how much blood, leaving them was only a hidden danger, so he decided to kill them all, leaving no survivors.

After finishing everything, Yang Cheng’s face and body were splattered with blood, he wiped his hand, grimacing disdainfully.

"Use this to wipe."

Cheng Ruonan handed over a handkerchief.

Yang Cheng turned to look at her; she had traces of blood at the corner of her mouth as well, hair disheveled, clothes torn, appearing extremely battered.

He took the handkerchief and carelessly wiped his face, then abruptly pulled Cheng Ruonan into a tight embrace.

"Ruonan, thank you for risking yourself for me."

He held her tightly, wishing to meld her into his flesh and blood.

Upon hearing Cheng Ruonan talk about exchanging her life to save him, he felt both touched and guilty.

"Yang Cheng, if you die, who will help me seek revenge? So no matter what, I had to save you."

Cheng Ruonan’s voice choked with emotion, wrapping her arms around his waist.