Chapter 919

Again forced back by the poison technique of this Inner Disciple of the Undying Holy Land, while this Inner Disciple also cursed and said.

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

These words completely made Xu Jie unable to hold back; without hesitation, he directly took out a Death-Sealing Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

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

Originally I thought, for the sake of face, I shouldn't take this Death-Sealing Pill; otherwise, losing face later would be troublesome.

But now, Xu Jie obviously couldn't care less about those.

When have I, Xu San, ever suffered such humiliation? Can I tolerate this?

Compared to the possible loss of face, Xu Jie now thinks more about how to kill this bastard in front of him.

But this Inner Disciple of the Undying Holy Land still hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem.

Seeing Xu Jie swallow a pill, he coldly snorted and said.

"Heh, does taking a pill even help?"

Saying that, he struck out with another palm, his hand carrying deadly toxic Línglì, directly falling toward Xu Jie.

But this time, Xu Jie didn't dodge; instead, he rushed straight toward this Inner Disciple.

"Idiot."

Seeing this, the Inner Disciple laughed and scolded, thinking Xu Jie had lost his composure, purely a suicidal act.

He actually dares to take my poison technique head-on with his flesh; what else is that if not seeking death?

As expected, the palm strike hit Xu Jie squarely in the face, and this Inner Disciple grinned.

"A reckless fool, just wait to die."

"It's you who will die, bastard."

"You............."

As soon as his words fell, Xu Jie had already rushed forward with his sword, and his complexion was flushed, showing no sign of poisoning at all.

Seeing Xu Jie block his palm with no effect whatsoever, this Inner Disciple was left stunned.

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

And Xu Jie himself had just experienced the effect of the Death-Sealing Pill; indeed, it was good.

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

Having confirmed this, Xu Jie naturally had no more reservations; anyway, he'd already taken it, as for any side effects, that's a matter for later; as for now......

Of course, the first thing is to kill this bastard.

He gave this Inner Disciple no chance to catch his breath; Xu Jie chased after him with his sword, delivering a frenzied slash.

And in the battle, this Inner Disciple also kept counterattacking.

But facing his attacks, Xu Jie never had the slightest intention to dodge from start to finish.

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

Clearly, his attack indeed landed solidly on Xu Jie, but Xu Jie, from head to toe, damn it, showed not the slightest change.

He damn it is versed in all five poisons, his whole body is poison technique; it used to work before, why doesn't it now?

Without poison technique, this Inner Disciple of the Undying Holy Land has at least halved his combat power.

And Xu Jie grew braver with each fight, his anger fully vented at this moment.

Withstanding this disciple's attack, a sweep of his sword nearly severed the disciple's arm.

If it weren't for the last moment when he dodged quickly, even so, a deep wound exposing bone appeared on his left arm.

"Damn it......"

The intense pain made this disciple grit his teeth and curse, but before his words faded, a huge sole appeared before his eyes, and then he was directly kicked away by Xu Jie.

One foot firmly stepped on this Inner Disciple, Xu Jie let out a feral laugh and said.

"Poison technique, right? Versed in all five poisons, right? I'll damn well let you poison, I'll let you poison again."

No need for the long sword; he pressed this Inner Disciple and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks.

Raindrop-like punches kept falling, leaving this Inner Disciple completely numb.

Besides the bodily pain, it's the doubt in his heart that makes him feel worse.

Why is the poison technique useless?

Not only here among the disciples, but even at Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo and their side, the situation is also one-sided.

At this moment, on the Emperor Battlefield, the Undying Great Emperors of the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land each wore strange looks as they gazed toward the direction of the extremely ancient ancestors of the Undying Holy Land.

The corners of their mouths twitched from time to time, obviously their mood was quite complex.

In everyone's eyes, only the few ancestors of the Undying Holy Land could be seen, and at this moment they bore none of their former vigor.

They were completely being chased and beaten up by Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo and a few others.

And all they could do was flee in defeat.

This scene,......... just seemed like time flowing backward.

At least the ancestors of the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land all said they were very familiar with this, because they too had been chased and beaten by Yun Xiantai and company like this.

Not to mention them, even the Yun Luo Saint Master, Shi Qingfeng, Yaochi Saint Master and others were all stunned at this moment.

Did they really hammer the three holy lands of the Undying Race in turn?

It's gotten to the point of absurdity; even the Yun Luo Saint Master and company no longer know what to say.

"Old man, I let you poison, now die!"

"What's there to learn poorly? You're learning to cultivate poison technique from others, right?"

"I......... this is the ancestral technique of my Undying Holy Land."

"Ancestral? I'll damn well kill you."

After being beaten, the few people from Yun Xiantai were still cursing, and as for the few old ancestors of the Undying Holy Land, they truly had no temper left.

This scene, it's just...... just like a father beating his son.

And now the Undying Holy Land has been beaten into this state; the old ancestors of the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land are already utterly desperate.

Because they know very well what will happen next.

Before the battle, it was especially emphasized that we must not let Dao Yi Shengdi rise up; this bunch, from top to bottom, are all quite wicked.

No matter what, we must suppress them.

For the Undying Race, if we can restrain Dao Yi Shengdi, then there's a fight to be had; otherwise, we're completely done.

Before the battle, the Undying Holy Land was full of confidence, but now......

Heh, even our own old ancestors have been beaten into this state by them, let alone the elders, stewards, and disciples below.

A sweep of divine sense revealed, as expected, exactly what they had imagined.

Dao Yi Shengdi has risen again.

The result of letting Dao Yi Shengdi rise up is obvious—this battle is already lost.

"Damn it."

"Again, like this."

The old ancestors of the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land, their faces numb, muttered, "Why is it always like this?"

Could it really be that Dao Yi Shengdi has no solution at all? The entire Undying Race can't even suppress a Human Race Holy Land?

The three great Undying Race Holy Lands have actually been beaten one after another.

Having repeatedly bitten the dust, at this very moment, the myriad Undying Great Emperors of the Undying Race, upon thinking of Dao Yi Shengdi, can't help but feel their scalps go numb.

Dao Yi Shengdi has practically become their inner demon; if we don't deal with Dao Yi Shengdi, then this battle truly doesn't need to be fought—there's simply no way.

Just look at the disciples of the Undying Holy Land now, being chased and killed like dogs.