Chapter 610: Prologue to the Ten Thousand Poisons Melee

"Chiri Qianli, you have exhausted all your schemes, but you didn't expect that I, this old man, had long been prepared, did you?"

Above the palace of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop, the arrogant voice of Du Taiyue rang out.

The southeast corner of the palace had collapsed by more than half, and hundreds of buildings were crushed to powder.

On the ruins, a corpse of a Strong Martial expert, fully thirty meters tall, lay tilted, having long since lost its breath, with a chaotic mixture of houses and vegetation crushed beneath it.

Chiri Qianli gritted his teeth, filled with deep hatred; they had used Heavy Talismans to launch a thousand-mile surprise attack, appearing instantly at Du Taiyue's palace.

He had not expected that Du Taiyue would know in advance, set an ambush beforehand, and kill yet another Strong Martial expert.

He still remembered the scene from that moment...

Du Taiyue took a puff of his dry pipe, and the smoke flew out like an arrow; fortunately, Chiri Qianli reacted quickly and dodged like lightning, the smoke grazing past him and hitting a Strong Martial expert behind him.

That Strong Martial expert froze on the spot, unable to move his mouth or tongue, his limbs as if sealed in ice, and he was forcibly controlled right where he stood.

And then, Du Taiyue unleashed his ultimate move, stacking his poison arts and blasting them into the body, poisoning the Strong Martial expert's formidable physical form.

"What kind of evil move is that?"

Chiri Qianli had never imagined that while he had prepared Heavy Talismans, Du Taiyue had made arrangements as well.

That puff of smoke was impossible to guard against; once struck, there was no cure, and one could only remain in place to be beaten.

"Du Taiyue, you will surely die today!"

Chiri Qianli said through gritted teeth; he had brought six Strong Martial experts today, and after losing one, five remained, all of them experts at the Strong Martial Second Heaven or above, and he was determined to secure Du Taiyue.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the swamp to the side; it was none other than Lao Chainu, holding the Baby Urn high.

A highly toxic atmosphere instantly enveloped this space, and a series of crisp sounds like firecrackers rang out from Chiri Qianli's body; it turned out that his Poison-Detoxification Pills had exceeded their capacity and were burst and ruined by the pressure of the poison gas.

The other Strong Martial experts also showed signs of distress, with the sole exception of Gai Xianlu, who held the Great Medicine, the Dust-Clearing and Filth-Removing Pill, in his mouth, remaining unmoved.

The Baby Urn was Du Taiyue's most prized treasure; when it appeared on the battlefield back then, it had reversed the favorable situation of the Wu people.

Once this item appeared, Du Taiyue occupied all the home-field advantages.

"Brother Qianli, I will go and destroy this old dog slave and smash that poison urine pot."

A Strong Martial expert whose fist techniques leaned toward avian styles, and who possessed a technique that made him immune to the Hundred Poisons, was still able to resist the poison gas for the time being, so he volunteered to deal with Du Taiyue.

He flew up, while Lao Zhinü held the Baby Urn and walked while retreating, moving away from this battlefield.

Seeing that one enemy had been drawn away, Du Taiyue sighed, "Good slave, you know my heart well."

After Lao Chainu left, more figures approached the battlefield, and one could see Zhu Shuowang, Wu Ying, and other Disciples arriving one after another with a crowd of lackeys.

Disciples, followers, lackeys, and numerous Poison Martial artists surrounded this battlefield, a scale of tens of thousands of people that was quite spectacular.

"Du Taiyue, are you at your wit's end? What use can these little poisonous insects be?"

Just as a certain Strong Martial expert spoke, the group of Disciples moved in unison, their palms each clutching a... Heavy Talisman.

Although these original Heavy Talismans had the drawbacks of inaccurate targeting and short range, using them on this battlefield was not a problem.

Zhu Shuowang took the lead, turning into a stream of light and rising from the ground into mid-air.

Immediately after, the remaining Disciples also activated their Heavy Talismans, turning into streams of light, among whom was Lu Zhigang.

These streams of light were scattered as they rose, but the higher they went, the more they converged, until finally, they intersected and focused on a single point.

The target was the same Strong Martial expert! "Don't come to help, I don't believe it—a bunch of little poisonous insects want to provoke me?"

That Strong Martial expert slapped out, and Zhu Shuowang instantly appeared before him, only to be struck by the slap, his neck bones loosening and his head spinning four or five times as he flew out like a cannonball.

Looking from afar, streams of light shot toward the Strong Martial expert, only to be defeated and scattered by his punches and kicks.

Occasionally, a Disciple would manage to strike with a Poison Palm, and the colorful poison Qi and poison aura remained on the Strong Martial expert like dewdrops, covering the area around his head and under his feet.

It was a complete suicide attack!

Lu Zhigang also braced himself and charged forward; these Disciples were nothing but cannon fodder, forcibly driven by Du Taiyue to their deaths. A Disciple practicing Scorpion-Style Fist was half a step faster than him and was directly stripped of his poison armor, his spine pulled out, and he was beaten into a pile of meat paste.

Sure enough, before Zhou You could even push out a palm, he was struck by the Strong Martial expert's palm, which had been launched later but arrived first.

The gap was too great; unless Zhou You used the 'Step-Heaven Flood-Subduing Palm'.

He fell from mid-air and crashed into the swamp, instantly creating a crater ten thousand meters in diameter, the splashed black mud waves radiating out to several thousand meters away.

One Disciple after another launched suicide attacks in succession.

The Strong Martial expert's movements were slightly slower; with every contact, weak toxins seeped in, and with the accumulation, it began to affect him.

As a Strong Martial expert, he certainly did not lack pills for avoiding or detoxifying poison, but in the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop, everything was in short supply except for deadly poisons.

Each Disciple was a human vessel of deadly poison, and every exchange brought a violent dose of poison.

Could this be Du Taiyue's plan?

"Chiri Qianli, today you shall all be buried here."

"Taiyue Poison Nest, Nine Insects manifest, come out together and exterminate this bunch of blind sea warriors."

Seeing that the time was ripe, Du Taiyue suddenly opened the Taiyue Poison Nest, and two black shadows swished out.

Huan Yong and Ying Sha took the lead, flanking Du Taiyue on the left and right, dancing gracefully as he initiated his Poison Palm.

"Nine-Governance Poison Spirit Profound Art, Poison Pet Transformed into Palm Power."

Du Taiyue unleashed his ultimate move; he struck with both left and right palms, merging the power of two of the Nine Insects, instantly raising his lethality to the level of the Strong Martial Fourth Heaven.

In an instant, the dark clouds rolled like evil waves, dyeing the ground as black as ink.

His two palm forces were not aimed at Chiri Qianli, nor were they aimed at the other Strong Martial experts.

Instead, they met two unexpected people: the Strong Martial expert pursuing Lao Chainu, and the one being besieged by the numerous Disciples.

These two were caught off guard and struck by the Poison Palm, their souls terrified as they hurriedly used their trump-card ultimate moves to protect their bodies and escape.

However, the palm power at the Strong Martial Fourth Heaven level could be called crushing.

"Ah!"

One Strong Martial expert was directly struck by the Poison Palm and fell into the Baby Urn, and Lao Chainu, being a ruthless man, sat right on top of it to block the exit.

The poisonous smoke rising from beneath his crotch made a sizzling sound, actually melting the expert's legs and crotch.

"Quick, dodge!"

A hoarse female voice rang in Lu Zhigang's ears, and the poisonous palm wind of Du Taiyue grazed the top of his head.

At this moment, another inner disciple had just rushed to the front and was working together with Qiangwu; the palm force struck down without distinguishing friend from foe, and the inner disciple exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, slamming into Qiangwu.

Puchi!

That Qiangwu was struck until cracks appeared on his limbs, with crimson blood flowing from the cracks—it was clearly a sign of physical damage.

"Good opportunity!"

Lu Zhigang suddenly drew a breath and released the ulcerated surface, "Step-Heaven Flood-Crouching Palm, Poison Insect Transforms into Palm Force."

In a brief instant, Zhou You raised his palm force to the entry-level of Qiangwu Yichongtian and struck toward the heavily injured Qiangwu.

Qiangwu was struck by the Poison Palm, and with a *puchi* sound, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell from mid-air to the ground, while the surrounding Poison Martial Arts minions swarmed over him like ants encountering grains of rice.

In a brief instant, that Qiangwu was submerged by countless Poison Martial Arts practitioners.

Suddenly, with a boom, countless severed limbs and broken arms exploded into a large sphere with a diameter of one hundred meters.

Qiangwu's entire body was covered in golden cracks; even in a heavily injured state, he was not someone who could be lightly insulted by this bunch of scum.

(End of this chapter)