Chapter 1717

Forced back again by the poison technique of this direct disciple of the Undying Holy Land, the direct disciple cursed while saying.

"Give up. You can't break my poison technique; you pose no threat to me."

This sentence completely broke Xu Jie. Without further hesitation, he took out the Finish-Them-Off Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

You dog, do you really think I have no way to deal with you?

He had originally thought about not taking this Finish-Them-Off Pill for the sake of face, otherwise it would be troublesome if he lost face later.

But now, Xu Jie clearly couldn't care about that.

When have I, Xu San, ever suffered such a grievance? Can I endure this?

Compared to the possibility of losing face, what Xu Jie wanted more at this moment was how to finish off this dog in front of him.

Only, this direct disciple of the Undying Holy Land still hadn't realized the severity of the problem.

Watching Xu Jie swallow an elixir, he sneered and said.

"Heh, can taking an elixir be useful?"

As he spoke, he struck out with another palm, his hand carrying highly toxic spiritual power, falling straight toward Xu Jie.

But this time, Xu Jie didn't dodge; instead, he charged straight at this direct disciple.

"Idiot."

Seeing this, the direct disciple laughed and cursed. In his view, Xu Jie had already lost his cool and was purely courting death.

Daring to take his poison technique with his physical body—if this isn't courting death, what is?

As expected, the palm print hit Xu Jie squarely in the front. The direct disciple grinned.

"A reckless fool, wait for death."

"The one who will die is you, you dog."

"You..."

As soon as the words fell, Xu Jie had already charged up with his sword, and his face was ruddy, not looking like he was poisoned at all.

Watching Xu Jie take his palm strike head-on and be completely fine, the direct disciple was stunned.

How could this be? How could his poison technique be useless?

And Xu Jie had just personally experienced the effect of the Finish-Them-Off Pill; it was indeed excellent.

The poison technique of this Undying Holy Land was completely neutralized by the elixir.

Confirming this, Xu Jie naturally had no more scruples. Anyway, he had already taken it; as for the side effects, that was a matter for later. As for now...

Naturally, he had to finish off this dog first.

Not giving this direct disciple a chance to breathe, Xu Jie chased after him with his sword, hacking wildly.

And during the battle, this direct disciple also kept counterattacking.

But facing his attacks, Xu Jie never had the slightest intention of dodging from beginning to end.

"How is it possible? Why, why is it useless?"

Seeing his attacks land solidly on Xu Jie, yet Xu Jie, from beginning to end, hadn't changed in the slightest.

He was full of five poisons, a master of poison techniques; they had worked before, but now they were useless?

Without the poison techniques, the combat power of this direct disciple of the Undying Holy Land was reduced by at least half.

And Xu Jie fought more bravely as the battle went on, his inner fury completely vented at this moment.

Braving the disciple's attacks, he swept his sword across, nearly severing the disciple's arm.

If it weren't for the last moment, he had dodged quickly, but even so, a wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on his left arm.

"Damn it..."

The intense pain made the disciple grit his teeth and curse, but before he could finish, he saw a huge shoe sole appear before his eyes, and then his whole body was kicked away by Xu Jie.

Stepping firmly on this direct disciple, Xu Jie sneered.

"Poison techniques, right? Full of five poisons, right? I'll let you poison, I'll let you poison again!"

He didn't even use his long sword, just pressed down on this direct disciple and punched and kicked him.

Fists like raindrops kept falling, and the direct disciple was completely numb.

Besides the physical pain, the confusion in his heart made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Why were the poison techniques useless?

It wasn't just the disciples; even for Yun Xian Tai and Yu Mo, the battle was one-sided.

At this moment, on the Great Emperor battlefield, the Undying Great Emperors of the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land looked at the ancestors of the Undying Holy Land with strange expressions.

The corners of their mouths twitched from time to time, their moods clearly quite complex.

In everyone's eyes, the ancestors of the Undying Holy Land no longer had any of their previous high spirits.