Chapter 410: Chapter 407: San Pang Is Going to Hit You

The Five Poison Sub-Palace—a special Sub-Palace focused on the way of poison.

Poison Master—an unorthodox yet powerful secondary profession.

They test poisons with their own bodies, obtaining immense power by pushing the limits of their flesh and soul.

Moreover, they possessed many inconceivable abilities and techniques, especially when it came to the use of poison.

Often, they didn’t even need to engage in direct combat.

A single breath, a flick of a finger, or a nearly imperceptible movement could be enough to lay an inescapable trap of deadly poison. Their victims would be ensnared unknowingly, killed without a trace.

Furthermore, their poisons were bizarre and varied. The vast majority were proprietary concoctions, making them not only impossible to guard against but also incredibly difficult to cure.

Among all professions, Poison Masters ranked in the top three for being the most dangerous to cross and the biggest headache to deal with.

"Number Three, go have some fun with this fat pig. Don’t be too quick about it. Let’s play with him for a while, teach him just how formidable our Five Poison Sub-Palace is!" the leader in the dark green cloak said with a sinister laugh.

"No problem, Big Brother. I just so happen to have developed a new poison, and I haven’t had the chance to test it on a person yet. This fat pig is in for a treat, hehe." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

A shorter man in green robes stepped forward, stopping a few dozen feet from Jin Sanpang.

He removed his hood, revealing a young and gaunt face.

"San Pang isn’t a fat pig! You green-robed meanie, you’re so annoying!" Jin Sanpang wrinkled his nose, mimicking Mo Qi’s expression as he snapped,

"You sneaky coward! You... you... you must be a bad guy!"

For someone with Jin Sanpang’s mental age, managing to come up with a phrase like "sneaky coward" was already quite an accomplishment.

He was trying his best to imitate Mo Qi, but the second half of his retort still fell flat.

This caused the green-robed man, as well as the other onlookers, to get strange looks on their faces.

’Why is this fatty acting like a little kid?’

’Did he really just use the term "bad guy"?’

’Is he throwing a fit?’

"Hahaha, so he’s just a moron! Your brain must be stuffed full of lard!" the green-robed man roared with laughter, spewing one nasty insult after another.

"But that’s fine. The lower your intelligence, the more accurately you’ll reflect the properties of my new poison. I hope you can last a little longer, you fat pig."

As he spoke, the green-robed man’s eyes narrowed slightly. An invisible ripple emanated from his body and enveloped Jin Sanpang.

’Heh, what an idiot. He doesn’t even use True Essence Protection in a fight. He’s really got a death wish.’

The green-robed man realized that when the poison he’d released touched Jin Sanpang’s skin, it encountered no resistance whatsoever and smoothly invaded his body.

In other words, barring any surprises, Jin Sanpang was already a dead man.

Such was his confidence as a Poison Master.

"San Pang is angry! San Pang is gonna hit you!"

Having been called a fat pig over and over, Jin Sanpang was starting to lose his temper.

And he wasn’t one to hide his feelings; it was all plain to see on his face and in his actions.

He took a large step and began walking toward the green-robed man.

Seeing this, the green-robed man’s lips curled into a sneer. "Hmph, you dare to move after I’ve poisoned you? If you’d stood still, you might have had a few more moments to live, but now..."

"Three..."

The green-robed man held up three fingers and began to count down.

But Jin Sanpang, as if he hadn’t heard a thing, continued walking straight toward him.

"This is bad, Master Mo! I’m afraid San Pang has been hit with a deadly poison from that Five Poison Sub-Palace fiend! Look at him! The moment that countdown ends is the moment San Pang dies! You have to do something!" Feng Liang said, his face etched with worry and his voice rushed.

Mo Qi just smiled faintly and patted Feng Liang’s shoulder.

"Calm down. There’s more to San Pang than you think."

Feng Liang felt a little more at ease, but he still didn’t dare relax.

The reputation of Poison Masters was simply too fearsome. Even someone with a Taotie Bloodline would be incredibly wary and keep a wide berth.

At that moment, the green-robed man lowered another finger, his smile growing wider.

"Two..."

The surrounding crowd held its breath. Though this had nothing to do with them, they felt a knot of tension tightening in their stomachs for some reason.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Jin Sanpang’s massive body was now less than thirty feet from the green-robed man. Perhaps due to his immense weight, the ground actually began to tremble slightly.

"One..."

As the green-robed man lowered his final finger, Jin Sanpang also stopped, barely a foot and a half away from him.

’It’s over!’

This was what everyone was thinking.

They all assumed Jin Sanpang had stopped because his vitality had been snuffed out by the green-robed man’s poison.

The green-robed man himself thought so, too.

"Hahaha, how do you like my Three-Breath Death Powder? For a dead pig to dare put on airs in front of our Five Poison Sub-Palace, you really are—Urk!"

Before the green-robed man could finish speaking, Jin Sanpang suddenly moved.

A thick arm shot out, and a fleshy hand clamped around the green-robed man’s neck, the immense force choking the rest of his words back down his throat.

Before the sneer could even fade from his face, Jin Sanpang lifted him up by the neck as if he were a duckling.

"Guh... Gack!" The green-robed man felt as if his neck no longer belonged to him. Pain shot through his entire spine, from the base of his skull to his tailbone.

"You... You were poisoned by my Three-Breath Death Powder... How can you be fine?" the green-robed man managed to gasp, using all his strength.

Jin Sanpang tilted his head, looking at the green-robed man with a mixture of confusion and... craving.

Just a moment ago, when the green-robed man had counted to "one," Jin Sanpang had felt a refreshing wave of energy surge through his body, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

Not only that, but his Cultivation had even improved significantly.

This was the real reason Jin Sanpang had stopped in his tracks.

He wanted to know if the green-robed man had any more of that refreshing energy.

One could only imagine what the green-robed man would think if he knew that the poison he had so painstakingly developed was nothing more than a "refreshing wave of energy" to Jin Sanpang.

"Three-Breath Death Powder? You mean this?" Jin Sanpang opened his mouth and burped out a bubble that shimmered with a dark, eerie light. A strange Energy flowed within it.

"That’s...!!!" The green-robed man was stunned. He recognized it at a glance—the Energy in that bubble was his Three-Breath Death Powder!

’What’s going on? What happened? How is he not only alive, but in control of my Three-Breath Death Powder?’

The green-robed man’s mind reeled with confusion and disbelief.

"Green-robed meanie, do you have any more of this stuff?" Jin Sanpang paid no mind to the man’s thoughts, casually shaking him by the neck twice as if rattling a dice cup.

Those two simple shakes nearly rattled the green-robed man’s bones apart.

"If you have more, hurry up and hand it over, or San Pang will hit you!" Jin Sanpang threatened, his words as simple and childish as ever.

The green-robed man was so angry he nearly coughed up blood.

’To think I’m being threatened by a moron who’s fat as a pig!’

’This is the ultimate humiliation!’