Chapter 776

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Fenglong approached the Core Area, encountering many thunder-attribute monsters along the way, all of them the kind adapted to the Secret Realm environment, each with a bizarre appearance.

There were thunder wolves with bodies like wolves, covered entirely in purple fur.

There were thunder eagles with wings, their beaks and claws forged like metal.

There were also towering thunder bears, massive in size, with greenish-purple skin.

These monsters' Dao Xing were not weak, yet before Fenglong they could not withstand a single blow.

He waved the Zidian Fen Guang Sword in his hand, and purple Sword Qi split the blockers in two, as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

At this moment, a sinister voice came from ahead: "Yo~ Isn't this Fenglong of the Longhu Immortal Sect?

Looks like you have some skill, to have entered the Core Area this fast!"

Fenglong's figure paused, and he raised his eyes to look.

Only to see a few people emerge not far away.

The leader was a man wearing a tattered black Daoist Robe.

His specific age and cultivation could not be discerned; his figure was withered and thin, the Daoist Robe covered in stains and holes, revealing waxy yellow skin underneath.

His face was sinister, cheekbones high, eye sockets sunken.

A pair of eyes were turbid yellow, looking at him with dense malice.

Hair messy, coated in dust and grease.

His body emitted a thick, fishy stench, extremely pungent.

This person was precisely the Poison God Sect's new generation's first Spirit Insect Cultivator, Wan Duzi.

On his shoulder perched a giant centipede.

The centipede was purple all over, over three feet long, with a pair of transparent wings on its back, the wings covered in black poison spines.

Eight pairs of legs sharp as sabers, flashing with sharp cold light.

And this was precisely Wan Duzi's natal Ling Mo, the Thunder Wing Poison Centipede.

Not only did it possess powerful thunder force, it could also release deadly poison; combined with Wan Duzi's Cultivation Method, its strength was comparable to a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator.

Beside Wan Duzi followed Chen Feng of the Fengyun Sect, and several disciples of other sects.

They were all Wan Duzi's friends or followers, now all gathered together.

The Secret Realm Core Area was fraught with crises; fighting alone was too risky, so they could only band together.

Chen Feng said to Wan Duzi: "Senior Brother Wan, it was him in the valley; not only did he snatch the Thunder Marrow Crystal Core, he also killed Li Hao!"

Wan Duzi glanced at Chen Feng, a trace of disdain flashing in his turbid pupils, then looked at Fenglong, tone vicious: "Brat, you not only killed Li Hao, you also snatched the Thunder Marrow Crystal Core that rightfully belonged to me; today I'll make you pay the price!

Among Foundation Establishment cultivators, no one has yet been able to block my poison and insects!"

Fenglong sneered, his purple Daoist Robe fluttering without wind, head held high: "In my eyes, you are no different from an ant!"

Wan Duzi flew into a rage at these words.

He knew the other party was arrogant, but didn't expect him to be this arrogant, simply looking down on everyone.

With so many friends and followers by his side, there was definitely a reason.

Although the Poison God Sect was not on par with the Three Great Immortal Sects, in the Dao of poison and insects it was the most powerful sect, bar none.

And Wan Duzi was the outstanding one of the new generation; strength, talent, comprehension, even luck were extremely good, therefore he was highly valued.

At this moment he couldn't be bothered with more words; his withered body beneath the tattered black Daoist Robe trembled slightly, and thick black poison mist surged around him.

The Thunder Wing Poison Centipede on his shoulder let out a creepy "hiss-hiss" sound.

Deep purple thunder force flowed on its body; with a flap of its wings, carrying a fishy wind, it immediately pounced at Fenglong.

Simultaneously, it spat a wisp of purple poison mist from its mouth, silently enveloping him.

The poison mist not only contained thunder force, but also carried deadly poison; a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator once touched, light damage would corrode meridians and cripple cultivation, heavy damage would endanger life.

Outside, everyone still had some restraint.

But once in the Secret Realm, any fight was to the death; no one submitted to anyone.

Fenglong's eyes were cold; his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of purple flowing light, easily avoiding the poison mist's envelopment range.

Immediately after, the Zidian Fen Guang Sword in his hand erupted with purple Sword Qi, slashing straight at the Thunder Wing Poison Centipede; the Sword Momentum was incomparably fierce, carrying astonishing momentum.

Puchi!

The purple Sword Qi instantly pierced through the Thunder Wing Poison Centipede's body, splitting it in two.

Ji!

The Thunder Wing Poison Centipede let out a miserable shriek, its body suddenly turning into a cloud of purple poison mist.

But it didn't persist long before being blown away by the wind, leaving only a pungent fishy stench.

His natal insect killed, Wan Duzi instantly suffered Heavy Injury, a mouthful of Black Blood spraying out, eyes full of disbelief.

He never expected that, both at Foundation Establishment Late Stage, he couldn't even take a single move from the other party.

Fenglong sheathed his sword and stood, tone carrying thick disdain: "Just this?"

Wan Duzi's eyes instantly split with rage: "Brat, I'll make you accompany the Thunder Wing Poison Centipede in burial, Poison God Soul-Eroding Curse!"

The Spiritual Power in his body crazily consumed; he decisively cast the Poison God Sect's secret art.

In an instant, a wisp of black light flew toward Fenglong.

This poison curse specially erodes a cultivator's Divine Soul; the threat to Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators is extremely great.

Could Fenglong give him a chance?

His figure flashed, not only avoiding the Dushen Xixin Zhou, but appearing before Wan Duzi in the blink of an eye; he lightly shook the Zidian Fen Guang Sword in his hand and stabbed toward Wan Duzi's chest.

This move was as fast as lightning, giving the opponent no time to react at all.

Pfft!

The long sword pierced Wan Duzi's chest, and Sword Qi sliced all of his meridians to pieces.

Wan Duzi stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled only with terror and remorse.

How could he have imagined that, both being at Foundation Establishment Late Stage, he himself would be so utterly helpless?

Fenglong coldly smiled and said: "Remember this lesson, pay more attention in your next life!"

"You... you..."

Wan Duzi wanted to say something, but before he could finish, his body transformed into a group tour of black poison mist, and in a while it dissipated in the air, leaving only a tattered black Daoist Robe falling to the ground.

Chen Feng and several Disciples saw this, each with a face as pale as paper, trembling all over from fright.

There was only one thought in his heart: run!

At this moment, he didn't care about direction or position, he just wanted to leave this place.

Even Wan Duzi couldn't block him; if they stayed, they were just waiting to die.

Killing intent surged in Fenglong's eyes: "Want to run?"

Previously, he had already intended to leave these fellows behind, especially Chen Feng's dog's life.

Unexpectedly, they actually dared to scheme behind his back; they truly did not know how to live or die.

Since that's the case, then let them all go on the road together with Li Hao and Wan Duzi.

Immediately, he quickly caught up, and every swing of the Zidian Fen Guang Sword in his hand could take a living life.

Giving no chance at all, all were killed with a single strike.

Fresh blood splattered on the ground, appearing especially glaring.

Even the air at this moment was filled with the smell of blood.

In an instant, only Chen Feng remained.

Seeing Fenglong catch up, he knew he had nowhere to escape.

Chen Feng suddenly stopped, then knelt on the ground, kowtowing while saying with a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Feng, I am willing to serve you as an ox or a horse, only begging you to spare my life!"

Pfft!

But just as he finished speaking, a streak of purple Sword Qi suddenly erupted, and Chen Feng's skull fell to the ground at the sound, fresh blood spurting from the severed neck, directly dyeing the corpse red.

Fenglong glanced at him, his eyes full of contempt: "Do you even deserve it?"