Chapter 441

The missionary Shang wore a smile on his face, but his actions were not very gentle!

The prisoner kneeling at his feet was already rolling his eyes; his elbows had been snapped backward, and his palms and half of his arms were stuffed into his own mouth, choking him until his pupils turned white and his breathing became difficult.

The fierce prisoners around them were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to provoke the missionary who appeared to have a benevolent expression.

"You bunch of idiots, can you not understand human speech?"

"It is so simple; you only need to break out of Zhenxiong Yu, kill anyone you see, burn every house you find, and create as much chaos as possible."

A timid prisoner spoke up, "This master, the task is easy to handle, but could you please release us first?"

"Release? How could I not release you!"

Missionary Shang's mouth split into a grin, and he pushed down on the prisoner's elbows; blood burst forth as the prisoner's head was pierced through by his own palms, with several bloody fingers protruding from the back of his skull.

The prisoners felt their scalps go numb; these were people from the Release God Sect, how could they be even more cruel and vicious than them?

"Stop looking. I have seen even more disgusting ways to die; burning them with a fire makes no difference."

Missionary Shang said indifferently, "Why haven't you gone yet?"

The group of prisoners, as if granted amnesty, crowded toward the end of the corridor, when suddenly a massive head emerged from the darkness.

Two lantern-sized, ghostly green pupils devoid of any emotion opened wide and swallowed the prisoners at the front, and after a slight squeeze and chew, spat out a large spray of blood and severed limbs.

"Poison, deadly poison."

Where the fierce wind passed, the prisoners' limbs trembled wildly, their muscles dissolved, and they fell to the ground with blood-red eyes as their facial features melted into pools of blood.

In the blink of an eye, the prisoners who had escaped into this corridor were all dead, not a single one left.

Missionary Shang retreated two steps with a look of caution, his hands folded into a lotus shape, "Immaculate Half-Lotus Palm."

The palm wind carried a cooling aura, actually holding back the deadly poisonous wind and dissolving and dissipating it with a slow but steady speed.

"Du Yan Lu Zhigang, what kind of trick are you playing?"

Missionary Shang complained with dissatisfaction, "We are here to do serious business. It is one thing to kill a few people to satisfy your cravings, but if you kill everyone, who will go to kill and set fires, and who will create chaos to attract the attention of the City Gate Guard?"

"My apologies, it was too smooth and I couldn't stop."

Zhou You stepped on the massive snake head, taking an extra look at his fist technique; it was the first time he had seen a fist art capable of neutralizing poison.

The internal fist arts of the Release God Sect actually had such miraculous uses; it seems he had paid too little attention to them in the past.

"Enough nonsense, you and I will split up and each go find our targets."

A sense of vigilance rose in Missionary Shang's heart; his intuition told him that staying with Zhou You was not a good thing.

A palpitation in his heart—this was an innate ability brought by his fist art, providing a certain degree of foresight and sensing of danger.

Not good, Lu Zhigang is about to make a move on him.

The giant python formed by the poisonous palm wind lunged toward his face with a clear target and increased speed; clearly, he had developed murderous intent toward him.

"Lu Zhigang, do you think you can hide your attempt to kill me from Fatty Hai!"

A strange smile appeared on Zhou You's lips, "Take a guess, does he know?"

"I understand now."

Missionary Shang threw punches desperately, striking away the poisonous wind approaching his face, his mind clearer than ever before.

Du Yan Lu Zhigang was the last to join the group; he had thought he was just there to make up the numbers, but now it seems that is definitely not the case.

The one who practices Poison Palm is from the same sect as Du Wuyao...

"Fatty Hai had no good intentions, letting you take the opportunity to kill us to silence us. I understand now, this is burning the bridge after crossing it." Missionary Shang imagined a conspiracy, his hair standing on end in shock.

"Wrong." Zhou You corrected him, "It is discarding the donkey once the grinding is done!"

He struck out with a palm, his Qi and blood surging; the giant python's head swelled, and the bump on its forehead faintly emitted a black light.

The black light was no ordinary thing, but a mass of poison light that emerged when the poison aura was condensed to the extreme. The lethality of the poison light was several times more powerful than the poison aura; one did not need to touch it, as looking at it with one's eyes would result in being struck immediately.

Missionary Shang stumbled back a few steps; the moment he saw the black light, he had already been struck.

"Poison Dragon Black Light! If I had mastered the 'Lotus Heart Mother Fist Seal', how would I still fear your poison light?"

From the gaps between the fingers of the hands covering his eyes, black blood and pus flowed out, and within a few breaths, his two eyeballs melted away completely.

The next moment, a heavy palm like a giant python flicking its tail struck his chest.

Missionary Shang's sternum and spine snapped, as if he had been cut in half across the chest by an iron gate; his bones and flesh separated, with only a sliver of skin holding them together.

Zhou You swept his palm, gathered all the miscellaneous items on him, and turned to leave.

After turning a few corners, he heard the voice of Pavilion Master Cha echoing not far away...

A smile appeared on Zhou You's face as he moved forward in the direction of the sound...

On the ground, the jailers were pale; the commotion coming from underground could no longer be hidden.

City Gate Guards from all directions arrived one after another, standing guard at the exit with murderous intent in their eyes.

The higher-ups had spoken: not a single prisoner was allowed to escape from Zhenxiong Yu; they were to be killed on sight, and the culprits behind today's events would be pursued to the end.

Zhang Shiyu, at the peak of Qi and blood, was now a squad leader of the City Gate Guard in Fucheng, with over thirty men under his command.

He wore a long saber at his waist and had been temporarily transferred here; he saw City Gate Guards panting for breath everywhere around him.

"Zhang Shiyu!"

A familiar voice rang out; he turned his head to look and saw Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing had performed meritorious service in the battle to recover Gongliang City and had now been promoted to Deputy Captain; once his position was confirmed, he would be a genuine Captain.

He now sported a short beard, his demeanor was dignified, and sharp, piercing light shone from his eyes.

"Captain, a thick poisonous gas is coming from the passage; it is suspected that the Strange Scorpion Du Wuyao is breaking out of prison."

The large iron gate at the entrance was closed, but poisonous gas was still leaking through the gaps, and dead dogs and cats lay all over the ground nearby.

Thump, thump, thump! The sound of impacts came from inside, and for a moment, the hearts of the surrounding City Gate Guards hung in the air.

Zheng Qing lifted his chin, "There is only one person inside; open it and let's see."

The gate opened a crack, then immediately closed, and a figure stumbled and fell to the ground.

Zheng Qing, Zhang Shiyu, and the others gasped in shock upon seeing this person, knowing that this mass of flesh, suspected to be a living human, would not last long.

His entire body was covered in pustules and blood blisters, his skin and flesh fused together, his joints dissolved, and liquefied internal organs oozed from his seven orifices.

This person was deeply poisoned, and his last shred of vitality had been severed.

"Poison, poison, poison!"

The prisoner who had escaped outside the gate struggled a few times, then trembled and slowly melted, turning into a pool of blood on the ground.

Thump, the sounds of several heavy objects hitting the ground rang out one after another; danger had arrived.

Several City Gate Guards who were standing nearby were slightly weaker in strength; they suddenly felt dizzy and could no longer hold themselves up, collapsing to the ground.

"Poison, the deadly poison on his body is contagious."

Zhang Shiyu was so shocked that his hair stood on end; he pulled a large handful of pills from his waist and, without bothering to distinguish them, stuffed them all into his mouth.

Behind him and on both sides, City Gate Guards were falling to the ground one after another, all showing symptoms of being poisoned.

"Spread out, ventilate, and bring out the secret treasure for removing poison."

Zheng Qing's expression was calm; the City Gate Guards had contingency plans for outbreaks of deadly poison, and it was not something that just any Poison Martial Arts could run rampant with.

If the strange scorpion Du Wuyao wanted to escape, he would have to ask if he, Zheng Qing, agreed! How could a place where the City Gate Guards were stationed tolerate such rampant arrogance from a wicked villain?

(End of chapter)