Chapter 447

"However... hehe."

After saying this, he gave a hoarse laugh.

"This old man has also hidden his strength!"

Immediately, his cultivation, also at the Venerable realm, was fully released!

His gray robes fluttered as he rose into the air, his presence filled with immense pressure!

At the same time, a thick, pitch-black mist swept in from behind him, like an abyss capable of swallowing all things.

Su Ming looked at the Poison Fang Daoist's killer move with a calm expression.

His heart was without ripples, not because he had known the Poison Fang Daoist would come to ambush him.

On the contrary, in his previous life, the time Su Ming came to this dungeon was different, so he did not encounter the Poison Fang Daoist.

The reason he was so calm was that he could easily suppress and kill this Poison Fang Daoist!

"With strength only equivalent to a level 64 cultivator, you dare to ambush me in secret."

Su Ming gave a cold smile.

Immediately, he summoned his sword!

He didn't even use his Blood Fall Sword, Extreme Yang Death Trace Sword, or other weapons.

Instead, he used the skill 【Thousand Soul Sword Casting】 from his sub-profession, Thousand Soul Sword Venerable.

He consumed soul power to condense dark blue, three-foot-long sharp blades that hovered behind him.

The Poison Fang Daoist looked closely and saw 104 soul-power swords, their sharpness fully exposed!

The Thousand Soul Sword Venerable's skill could easily condense a large number of flying swords, which was extremely suitable for Su Ming!

These blades of soul power flashed with light and pierced through with a boom!

Behind the Poison Fang Daoist, that deep, dark poisonous mist was instantly shredded, sliced, and scattered by the countless sword-qi blades!

The Poison Fang Daoist was also wounded by the sword qi; his body was riddled with holes, poisonous fluid flowed out, and he was sent flying backward.

He slammed heavily against the wall!

From start to finish, Wan Wu didn't even have time to intervene; Su Ming had almost single-handedly defeated this Poison Fang Daoist!

The Poison Fang Daoist's pupils dilated!

A hint of horror surged in his aged eyes.

"Cough, cough! How can this be..."

"You are young, at most a half-step Venerable; how could you possibly activate a technique of this magnitude with a wave of your hand?!"

The Poison Fang Daoist said in shock.

He had always thought that this youth carrying a sword box was just a young-generation expert from some large sect or family out for training.

He believed that Su Ming had only managed to enter the deepest part of the secret realm by relying on this Venerable-level servant, Wan Wu.

That was why he dared to ambush them and seize the treasure!

This was not a misjudgment by the Poison Fang Daoist, but based on the rules and experience of this world; breaking into the Venerable realm before the age of twenty was indeed almost impossible, and such cases were rare in history.

After all, even Tang Yupu, the young genius of the Heaven Slaughter Sect, one of the ten righteous sects, was only at the half-step Venerable realm in his twenties, just like the Blood Fiend Sect's Killing Madman Zhong Zhi.

The top geniuses of the younger generation were generally stuck at the half-step Venerable level.

This goes to show how difficult it is for cultivators in this world to advance.

It can be said that strength is almost linked to age.

No matter how talented you are, at Su Ming's age, it is impossible to reach the Venerable realm.

And this middle-aged servant, Wan Wu, could not possibly have reached the mid-Venerable realm to be his match.

Based on the above judgment, the Poison Fang Daoist dared to strike viciously.

But now, it was clear that the situation had far exceeded his expectations!

Su Ming was expressionless as he walked forward slowly.

The flying swords moved alongside him like flowing water.

The Poison Fang Daoist, filled with shock, landed and suddenly formed hand seals to activate his technique.

A cold, murderous intent rose on his face.

"Hmph, even if you are stronger than me, so what? In this world, no one can withstand my Tooth Poison."

"Daring to get close is your most careless decision!"

After saying this, the Poison Fang Daoist extended a finger and broke off a tooth from the back of his mouth.

He held the withered yellow old tooth between two fingers, exerted force, and was about to crush it!

Su Ming instantly activated his Eye of Insight to examine the poisonous tooth.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise appeared in Su Ming's pupils.

The Poison Fang Daoist's name was indeed not just for show; it turned out that his teeth were his ultimate trump card and his most potent poison.

The rarity and power of this toxicity were such that even the juice of the Ancient Snake Poison Gall could not provide immunity.

Only by swallowing the entire Ancient Snake Poison Gall could one neutralize the poison in his teeth.

"Worthy of being called the Poison Fang Daoist," Su Ming praised.

As a cultivator in a lower-plane dungeon world, being able to cultivate this level of poison art and refine this level of poisonous tooth was truly impressive.

He was worthy of a word of praise.

Once he was allowed to crush the poisonous tooth, Su Ming would be in trouble.

So how could Su Ming let him succeed?

With the speed bonus of the Origin Sword Body, Su Ming had plenty of time to interrupt!

His gaze sharpened, and he stepped forward with a boom, shattering the rocks beneath his feet and sending mud and dust flying!

However, Su Ming had not yet struck.

Wan Wu, eager to protect his master, had already activated a skill first!

Light gathered to form a beam, which directly knocked the poisonous tooth out of the Poison Fang Daoist's hand, preventing him from crushing it!

As a Light Dark Guard, Wan Wu could mobilize the powers of light and darkness, and his skill speed was also extremely fast!

The tooth left the Poison Fang Daoist's aged fingers and flew directly into the wall.

Wan Wu had successfully interrupted the move!

The Poison Fang Daoist's expression froze, and he was instantly stunned.

His ultimate killing move had actually been interrupted!?

What kind of technique was that just now? How could the speed be so fast, like a ray of light, flashing and disappearing!

Could it be a technique that mobilizes light?

At this moment, there were too many questions in his mind.

But soon, all his questions vanished.

Because Su Ming had already struck with a sword, slicing through his throat.

【Slayed the 6th-Turn Poison Fang Venerable!】

【Experience +57.97 million】

【Loot: Myriad Gathering Poison Tooth (Epic Superior) x1】

【Hundred Refinement Poison Art Skill Scroll (Epic Inferior) x1】

【Poison-Proof Pendant (Epic Medium) x1】

【Poison-Melting Vessel (Epic Superior) x1】

After the Poison Fang Daoist died, his body turned into a pool of pus and corroded away on its own.

Because he had used ten thousand poisons to refine his body, he possessed such combat power.

But after he died, with no poison arts circulating in his meridians, his body naturally could not balance the toxicity and turned into pus.

A generation of Venerables, the well-known old poison cultivator in the Shushan dungeon, was buried here.

If this Poison Fang Daoist had been in a large sect, his strength would have been equivalent to an elder level; he shouldn't have died so quietly.

Unfortunately, he happened to provoke Su Ming.

Su Ming did not hesitate and proceeded to sublimate all these spoils.

【Sublimation successful!】

【Myriad Refinement Demon Poison Tooth (Ancient Inferior) x1】

【Thousand Refinement Poison Art Skill Scroll (Epic Medium) x1】