Chapter 612: Backstab

"Senior Brother Lu, you are still alive?"

A hoarse female voice rang out from beside his ear.

Lu Zhigang was slightly startled; he turned his head to look and saw it was the female Poison Martial artist who had warned him of the danger just moments ago.

Looking around, there was not a single living soul left besides her; this female Poison Martial artist's ability to preserve her life was truly extraordinary!

"Pure luck, pure luck. May I ask how to address this Junior Sister?"

The female Poison Martial artist cupped her fists and replied, "I am Chan Juaner, nicknamed Poison Widow. Thanks to the grace of our Master, I have recently been promoted to an inner disciple."

Originally, Lu Zhigang was an inner disciple at the very bottom of the rankings, calling everyone he met Senior Brother.

Ever since the battle with Kongque Laoliu, the inner disciples had suffered heavy losses, and Du Taiyue had hurriedly promoted a batch of disciples to fill the gaps.

Now he knew that the purpose of replenishing so many inner disciples was to use them as cannon fodder today.

Zhou You was merely curious as to what this woman relied on to become an inner disciple—was it ruthlessness, sycophancy, or perhaps... Du Taiyue had some specific goal in mind.

Chan Juaner reminded Lu Zhigang, "Senior Brother Lu, we cannot help Master in his battle against the outsider Strong Martial artist. We might as well go check on Lao Chainu."

That was correct; Lao Chainu was currently clutching the Doll Urn, using all his strength to suppress the Strong Martial artist trapped within.

He wondered if this highly toxic treasure had managed to melt that Strong Martial artist down completely by now.

Go and see! A moment later, Zhou You and Chan Juaner found the Doll Urn.

A skeleton sat at the mouth of the Doll Urn; it was none other than Lao Chainu.

He had blocked the exit for the trapped Strong Martial artist and had also placed himself in the most toxic path, so in the end, not a scrap of his flesh or skin remained.

"It is Lao Chainu. Ruthless enough, loyal enough."

Looking inside the Doll Urn, that Strong Martial artist had already melted away, leaving behind only a golden, glistening stone.

This stone was the essence of the Strong Martial Golden Body, left behind after all the flesh and blood of the Strong Martial artist had been melted away.

Lu Zhigang's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously guarded against Chan Juaner beside him. As a martial artist, he naturally understood the precious value of the Strong Martial Golden Body and feared that she might also be tempted.

Just as he was about to speak, Chan Juaner knelt on the ground, "Senior Brother Lu, I have long admired you and am willing to serve you as my master."

"I am willing to swear to the heavens that from this day forward, I will serve you wholeheartedly. If I have any duplicitous thoughts, may I be struck by lightning."

Not only did she kneel quickly, but she also swore a poisonous oath quickly.

Before Zhou You could even react, the female Poison Martial artist had completed the entire process, even offering to consume his poison pill as a token of her allegiance.

"Why?"

Facing Lu Zhigang's question, Chan Juaner explained that the poison arts she practiced possessed an ability called 'One Leaf Foretells Autumn,' which allowed her to keenly perceive danger and paths of survival, which was why she had climbed from a bottom-tier disciple to an inner disciple.

It was not until she met Zhou You that her heart felt a tremor for the first time, urging her to disregard everything and draw close to him.

What? There was such an overpowered ability? It was comparable to Zuo Shier's ability to detect duplicity.

Lu Zhigang tentatively believed her, but he could not keep her by his side for what was to come next.

"You leave first. No need to follow me; I will find you to rendezvous later."

Chan Juaner did not hesitate and turned to leave.

Lu Zhigang confirmed she had walked ten thousand meters away before taking out a pouch—the second 'Taiyue Poison Nest'.

He held the pouch upside down and opened it toward the inside of the Doll Urn.

"Haha, finally, the moment has come for me to see the light of day again! You brat, I will kill your whole family and exterminate your nine generations!"

The dwarf's voice, filled with extreme resentment, rang out. He had been trapped in the Poison Nest for many days and still had not died, which showed how strong his vitality was.

The Poison Nest opened, and a figure darted out, looking as if he were about to escape.

However, Lu Zhigang had long since aimed the Poison Nest at the Doll Urn. The moment the dwarf exited the pouch, he plunged headfirst into the highly toxic interior of the Doll Urn.

"Ah!" The dwarf let out a miserable shriek. He was far from as tough as his tone suggested; having been fumigated in the Poison Nest, his limbs were weak and his body lacked strength. He had hoped to escape to breathe and detoxify, never expecting to be transferred into an even more toxic environment.

The Doll Urn had just melted two people, one of whom was a genuine Strong Martial artist, and it was currently at its most toxic state.

As soon as the dwarf tumbled in, he let out a scream and immediately melted and collapsed, leaving behind only a human skin.

Zhou You waited for a moment, confirmed there were no further developments, and used the Divine Goose Talon to pick up the skin and the stone. Both Strong Martial Golden Bodies were now in his hands.

By this time, ninety percent of the palace had collapsed. Everywhere there were blade marks from the Moon Wheel, with neat cutting marks over a thousand meters long covering the ground. The edges were as smooth as mirrors, and the grand architecture had been sliced into scattered building blocks.

Chi Riqianli drove the blade wheel, which streaked across the firmament like lightning and thunder, subsequently scattering a large area of fine, fragmented light 'raindrops.'

Du Taiyue was no simpleton either; his pair of bare palms struck out repeatedly, occasionally merging with the Nine Insects, causing his palm power to surge violently.

Beside the two of them, Gai Xianlu and the others circled continuously, looking for an opportunity to strike.

"Du Taiyue, your death day has arrived. Whale Sea Rising Tide Art."

Chi Riqianli suddenly exhaled a mouthful of air, and the energy and blood within his body increased crazily like a rising tide—first doubling, then quadrupling, and his figure surged to a height of ten meters.

In a brief instant, his strength stepped into the Strong Martial Fourth Heaven, and he held the Moon Wheel, smashing it down toward the top of Du Taiyue's head.

He had racked his brains waiting for this moment and finally found an opportunity to settle the outcome with one blow.

Du Taiyue was terrified; if he were struck by the Moon Wheel, he would have to say goodbye to everything below his waist. He hurriedly summoned the remaining four of the Nine Insects in one breath and struck out four consecutive palms.

"Taiyue Poison Nest, open!"

The poison palms were unleashed, waiting only for the poisonous insects to crawl out of the pouch and actively enter his palm wind to merge into the strike.

Every time in the past, the Nine Insects and Du Taiyue had cooperated perfectly, unleashing poison palm power that surpassed his current realm.

But this time...

After the pouch was opened, it was empty inside; nothing appeared.

In a certain corner of the Wanli Zhaohai, from the Huan Yong and Ying Sha to the Hui Ru and Qihei, the Nine Insects that should have appeared on the battlefield were gathered in an abandoned poison pool.

Huan Yong:...

Ying Sha:...

Chuang Mian:...

Their intelligence was not high enough to understand why their master's pouch had transferred them to this place.

The Hunger talent's anchoring effect acts upon the pocket, anchoring its internal space to a certain location in reality.

Anything swallowed into the interior through the pocket can be transferred to the real world via anchoring.

That's right, Lu Zhigang, who had been waiting for a long time, made his move, and his opening move was a trump card!

On the battlefield...

Du Taiyue gazed at the moon wheel drifting toward him; his palms were empty, and he suddenly recalled times past.

A person only clearly recalls the past in two situations: one is when they are old, and the other is when they are about to die.

At this moment, Du Taiyue had already caught the scent of death; his palms did not strike with the power of the Strong Martial Fourth Heaven as planned, and the strength of only the Third Heaven could not block the surging moon wheel at all.

The moon wheel spun, *snap*, severing his pair of palms, and then sliced into Du Taiyue's chest.

Beautiful!

At this moment, in every corner of Wanli Zhaohai, whether close at hand or far away at the edges, every living creature that looked up saw a new moon rise in the firmament, bright and resplendent.

The Nine Insects also saw this bright moon, and they remembered their master.

(End of this chapter)