Chapter 151: Strong Enemy

The coffin was painted with red lacquer, and fresh blood dripped from it from time to time; a thick, bloody stench emanated from within.

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Yu's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Since you've already come, why play the ghost? Come out and let's have a proper fight."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the coffin lid suddenly exploded with a bang, and immediately after, a figure flashed, standing right before him.

This person moved stiffly, and the skin on his face was withered and devoid of color; he looked just like a Dried Corpse.

"Poison King, Zhong Qianyuan?" Murderous intent suddenly appeared in Chen Yu's eyes. The lives of Wang Kai's family of five were all lost at the hands of this bastard; slaughtering women and children—besides him, no one else could commit such acts.

"Heh heh, I haven't appeared in the martial arts world for over ten years. I didn't expect anyone to still remember me. The world says that the poison man Zhong Qianyuan is dead, but who would know that he has been living in hiding all these years?"

A hoarse, strange voice came from his throat. He raised his head, his lips unmoving; the sound was emitted from his throat and abdomen.

"So, back then, when Li Xuanling gathered the Thirteen Taibao, they still didn't manage to kill you?" Chen Yu stared at him and said, "Or is it that someone deliberately saved you, making you their tool for murder?"

"You can save these words to ask the King of Hell; I have no obligation to explain myself to you." Zhong Qianyuan suddenly moved; his whole body was stiff, yet his speed was not slow at all.

Chen Yu moved his body to meet him. Zhong Qianyuan used poison to temper his body, so he was covered in poison from head to toe, and he had cultivated a Tongpitiegut, making him practically invulnerable to blades and guns.

Boom... Chen Yu threw a punch. Crack! This punch landed solidly on Zhong Qianyuan's body.

If this punch had hit an ordinary expert, it would surely have caused bones to fracture, but Chen Yu's punch hitting him felt like striking a piece of hard, thick canvas.

"Haha, my body might not even be pierced by bullets; do you really think you can cause me harm?" Zhong Qianyuan sneered. He arched his body slightly, and a force rebounded back.

Chen Yu abruptly turned and performed a few quick maneuvers, only then dissipating the force that had rebounded from Zhong Qianyuan.

Zhong Qianyuan suddenly stepped forward, opened his mouth, and sprayed a cloud of green mist toward Chen Yu.

Chen Yu retreated violently, covering his nose with his right hand, but a faint, elusive fragrance had already entered his nose. This green mist definitely contained poison.

"Kid, you are the first person to dare to engage in close-quarters combat with me." Zhong Qianyuan's hoarse voice came. "Do you feel weak in the body and dizzy in the head now? Can you not raise your True Qi at all?"

"You are the Poison King; you really are covered in poison everywhere." Chen Yu's brows locked, and his footsteps faltered.

"Otherwise, why would I be called the Poison King? Once poisoned by me, you will rot to death within three hours. The process will be very painful, but someone wants you to die quickly, so I cannot wait three hours."

Zhong Qianyuan stepped forward and stretched both hands out. Click, several sharp iron claws extended from the backs of his hands. He lunged forward rapidly, extending his claws to finish off Chen Yu.

Chen Yu grabbed with his right hand, and with a *whoosh*, the Lichen appeared in his hand. He swung out a sword strike; crack, Zhong Qianyuan's iron claws were neatly sliced off. Chen Yu thrust his sword forward, aiming for his throat.

Zhong Qianyuan retracted his neck. Ding, the Lichen in Chen Yu's hand grazed his throat, but it felt like sliding across steel.

"Heh heh, I told you earlier that I don't even fear bullets; do you really think your sword can hurt me?" Zhong Qianyuan said indifferently.

"That may not be so." Chen Yu smiled. "Don't you feel that you've already been injured?"

"You..." Zhong Qianyuan's tone faltered. He stumbled back two steps; a terrifying wound appeared on his neck, and some blackish blood seeped down from the throat area.

"You clearly were poisoned by me; why are you completely fine?" Zhong Qianyuan stared fixedly at Chen Yu.

"When it comes to playing with poison, I am your ancestor." Chen Yu laughed. "Who sent you?"

Zhong Qianyuan said nothing. Suddenly, he shook his arms, and countless tiny rays of light exploded from his body, attacking Chen Yu.

Chen Yu unfurled the Lichen in his hand; ding, ding, ding, countless hidden weapons were blocked by him. Then, he withdrew his hand and slashed a sword at Zhong Qianyuan.

Zhong Qianyuan dodged to the side, but the sword sliced his shoulder. Plop, his arm fell to the ground. He let out a muffled groan, turned his head, and fled with a few leaps.

"Want to run? I'm afraid it's not that easy." Chen Yu sneered and chased after him.

Zhong Qianyuan's figure was extremely fast; within a few breaths, he had turned to the other side. He leaped up, his figure flashed, and he was already on top of a residential house.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, because an old man was standing on the roof ahead, seemingly having waited for him for a long time.

"Li Xuanling?" A trace of murderous intent flashed in Zhong Qianyuan's eyes. Over ten years ago, it was Li Xuanling who, in collusion with the Thirteen Taibao, sought to eliminate him.

"That's right, old friend, long time no see." Li Xuanling smiled slightly. "I knew you had been dead for over ten years, but I didn't expect you to still be alive."

"Yes, unexpected, isn't it? I stayed alive just to wait for the day I could take your life." Zhong Qianyuan sneered.

"I didn't kill you ten years ago, but today I will surely keep you here." A figure flashed, and another old man appeared. He was the old man beside Fourth Master Huang, Xie Bo, the head of the Thirteen Taibao, Xie Wuji.

"It's you?" The hatred in Zhong Qianyuan's eyes grew even more intense. A large part of the reason he was in such a sorry state today was because of these two people before him.

"Wang Kai's family of five was indeed killed by you. No one else uses that method of poisoning, and you didn't even spare the women, children, and the elderly. This is truly your vicious style."

Li Xuanling shouted, "Ten years ago, I rid the martial arts world of a scourge; ten years later, I will kill you again to seek justice for the family of five who died."

"You despicable villains, what qualifications do you have to talk about justice? Since we are here today, I will settle the old scores from back then with you." Zhong Qianyuan roared and charged at the two.

Xie Wuji and Li Xuanling were both peak Martial True Realm experts; the two of them naturally did not lose the upper hand against one person, but this guy was covered in poison, so they were inevitably restricted when fighting him.

Suddenly, a figure struck out, Sword Light surging. Zhong Qianyuan spat out a mouthful of black blood, and an extra sword wound appeared on his chest.

He fell to the ground with a thud, struggling several times, but he found it difficult to climb back up.

It was Chen Yu who had arrived. He withdrew his right hand, and the Lichen in his hand vanished. Several people surrounded him.

"Many thanks to the two seniors." Chen Yu bowed to the two.

"It is we who should thank you. If this guy returned to the martial arts world, he would surely bring disaster to the region." Li Xuanling said in a deep voice, "Zhong Qianyuan, I personally finished you off ten years ago and confirmed you were dead. Speak, who saved you?"

"Also, who ordered you to kill Wang Kai's family of five?" Chen Yu glanced at him.