Chapter 171: Tongue-Tip Blood

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Zhang Butou transformed into a gust of black wind that enveloped Wang Gangdan. Within that eerie black wind, fifty small Embroidered Needles shot simultaneously toward all the vital points on Wang Gangdan's body.

Wang Gangdan wanted to deploy his Iron Cloth Shirt and use his True Qi to enhance his body's defense, but before he could even mobilize his True Qi, he felt a powerful Yin Qi suddenly surge into his Mud Pill Palace. It transformed into the figure of Zhang Butou and launched a fierce assault on his Spirit Core.

"Get out!" Wang Gangdan's Spirit Core let out a series of roars, mobilizing the surrounding Spiritual Power in an attempt to drive out Zhang Butou's Yin Qi.

"Puchi! Puchi!" Just as Wang Gangdan was exerting all his strength to resist the Yin Qi in his Mud Pill Palace, all fifty small Embroidered Needles drilled into his body.

These small Embroidered Needles were as thin as ox hair; even with the infusion of Yin Qi, they only barely pierced Wang Gangdan's skin before being stuck by his tough muscles.

Logically, such thin Embroidered Needles shouldn't have caused much damage to Wang Gangdan, but these needles of Zhang Butou's were all coated with deadly poison.

After the Embroidered Needles drilled into Wang Gangdan's skin, the toxins took effect instantly, and black spots began to appear one after another on his body.

After the time it takes to blink, the black spots became as large as copper coins, with the toxins spreading from fifty locations simultaneously.

Added to the two large pins stuck in his balls, this caused the toxins on Wang Gangdan's body to bloom at multiple points and spread comprehensively.

"Oh no!" Wang Gangdan was anxious and burning with impatience. He wanted to mobilize his True Qi to purge the poison, but inside his Mud Pill Palace, Zhang Butou was still crazily attacking his Spirit Core.

Wang Gangdan was a Second-grade High-tier Martial Artist. Only by having his Spirit Core fight in its true form could he reach a stalemate with Zhang Butou. He was completely unable to divide his attention to mobilize his True Qi, which resulted in him having to watch helplessly as the toxins spread rapidly across his body.

Very quickly, the toxins on Wang Gangdan's body merged into a single patch, and finally, they surged toward his heart, brain, and other critical areas.

Wang Gangdan's body was poisoned, and his Blood Qi Power decayed rapidly, which in turn caused his Spiritual Power to weaken quickly. Inside the Mud Pill Palace, Zhang Butou rapidly gained the upper hand, and then, with one final push, the surging, rolling black Qi broke through the Spiritual Power on the periphery of the Spirit Core and completely covered the Spirit Fire.

Wang Gangdan's Spirit Fire was like a candle in the wind within the black Qi; the flame flickered violently, growing dimmer and dimmer, until finally, a few remaining sparks sputtered out, and his soul was completely scattered.

Zhang Butou occupied Wang Gangdan's Mud Pill Palace, and then his body dispersed into countless black threads, forcefully connecting to Wang Gangdan's neurons to control his body.

The light in Wang Gangdan's eyes dissipated, and he died completely. Then, suddenly, he opened his eyes again and muttered, "Haha, is this the Possession Secret Art? The secret technique Lord Meng taught me is truly miraculous; it can actually allow me to seize someone else's physical body."

Zhang Butou occupied Wang Gangdan's body, moving his hands and feet as if he had found a new toy. However, as he slowly took over Wang Gangdan's body, he also felt the excruciating pain on the body.

"Damn it! The balls are too painful, it's like being splashed with sulfuric acid; it's burning with pain. This damn thing is even smoking, it must be ruined."

"Damn, I can't take it. I'd better retreat quickly; this is too painful, no man could endure this. The poison Liu Zhongyong concocted is actually this overbearing; it's truly awesome."

Zhang Butou turned into a stream of black Qi and flew out of Wang Gangdan's body, carrying the Embroidered Needles and the five large pins as he charged toward the next enemy.

The thirty-seven guards in the underground space were separated by Meng Yifan using an Array, and then picked off one by one by the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals.

Zhang Butou was responsible for dealing with the two Second-grade High-tier Martial Artists, Fang Cheng and other Second Grade Ghost Soldiers dealt with the remaining three Second Grade Martial Artists, and the remaining First Grade Martial Artists were handled by other First Grade Ghost Soldiers.

Against Second Grade Martial Artists of the same level, the attack methods used by Fang Cheng and the others were similar to Zhang Butou's—after all, they were all disciples taught by the same teacher. Since Fang Cheng's Yin Soul Body had limited power and could only drive one Embroidered Needle, he used the needle to stab the enemy's eyes and balls, then also transformed into a stream of Yin Qi to launch a Spirit attack.

The screams of the guards rang out one after another. They had never encountered such shameless opponents; those flickering Embroidered Needles always flew toward their balls. Every guard who was hit suffered the same pain as Wang Gangdan, and they were so angry they cursed loudly, "Ah! Despicable and shameless!"

The other First Grade Ghost Soldiers used their numerical advantage to surround and attack the First Grade guards in groups of three or five.

Both sides fought fiercely, and as time passed, one guard after another was finished off by the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals.

"Ding! Killed a First Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist, gained 20 Experience Value."

"Ding! Killed a First Grade High Stage Martial Artist, gained 40 Experience Value."

"Ding! Killed a Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist, gained 80 Experience Value."

The notification sounds for Experience Value arrivals rang out continuously. Meng Yifan looked at the rapidly increasing Experience Value on his Game Panel and was grinning from ear to ear. As long as he had a large amount of Experience Value, he could quickly improve his own strength and also improve the strength of his subordinates.

Meng Yifan had many enemies, but he was completely fearless because as long as he had the Game Panel in hand, he could kill monsters to level up and become stronger the more he fought. To others, the path of rebellion seemed as difficult as ascending to Heaven, an almost impossible task to complete.

But as long as Meng Yifan was given enough time, his strength could soar to a level that others could only look up to. If he could crush all his enemies, the great cause of rebellion could be easily completed.

Just as everything was about to end, Crocodile Gang leader Jiang Tian suddenly sat up from two beauties and shouted to his underlings outside, "Why hasn't the underground grain depot sent a signal?"

Jiang Tian had arranged for gang members to guard the underground grain depot, and the rule was that every ten minutes, if everything was normal, they were to slowly strike the bronze bell three times; if there was an enemy attack, they were to strike the bronze bell rapidly.

The time point for reporting safety had already passed, but the bronze bell in the underground grain depot had not been struck. Jiang Tian realized instantly that something might have gone wrong.

"Gather the men, and at the same time send word to Long Laoda that something has happened at the grain depot," Jiang Tian roared, then strode toward the underground grain depot.

"Boss, look, why is there a layer of black fog covering this place? We wanted to go in, but after walking around inside, we weirdly ended up back here; we can't get in at all," one underling said in surprise.

Jiang Tian was experienced and knowledgeable; he recognized at a glance that this was an Array deployed by an Immortal Cultivator, which made his heart skip a beat. "How could an Immortal Cultivator come to blockade the underground grain depot?"

"Hmph! No matter who you are, if you dare to come and be an enemy of our Three Great Gangs, even if you are an Immortal Cultivator, I will make you pay the price," Jiang Tian snorted coldly, then told his gang members to disperse as he strode toward the black fog.

Jiang Tian bit his tongue tip, then channeled his True Qi into his extremely Yang and rigid Tongue-Tip Blood and sprayed it violently at the black fog.

"Pah!" The Tongue-Tip Blood of a Third Grade Martial Artist, mixed with thick True Qi, sprayed onto the black fog and instantly made a sizzling sound. A large patch of black fog was like ice falling onto a fire, and it was burned away until it vanished.

"Eh! A Yin Soul is causing trouble!" As the black fog dispersed, Jiang Tian saw the situation inside the underground grain depot clearly and couldn't help but be greatly shocked.

More than half of the thirty-seven guards in the grain depot were already dead, and the remaining dozen or so were barely holding on. If Jiang Tian had arrived a moment later, these guards would all have been wiped out.

"Bastards!" Jiang Tian stirred up the Blood Qi Power in his body, and the Three Yang Fires on his body burned like torches. All the black fog within two meters of him was burned into blue smoke, and even the three First Grade Ghost Soldiers nearby were instantly burned until their souls were scattered.

"Oh no!" Meng Yifan was outside presiding over the Array, and Jiang Tian's sudden breakthrough caught Meng Yifan off guard.

When Meng Yifan attacked the underground grain depot, he had immediately blocked the passages from the grain depot to other places, but he hadn't expected Jiang Tian to be so cautious as to mandate that even if everything was safe inside the grain depot, they still had to ring the bell to report safety.

"Father, go call for people, and also move the coffin in my room over here," Meng Yifan said, then quickly dived into the underground grain depot. He had to block Jiang Tian; otherwise, if he let him burn the grain, it would be a disaster.