Underling?
The Dark Poison Lord's expression faltered upon hearing this. His hearing was quite good, so he had clearly heard An Lin's words.
It was exactly because of this that he was a little dumbstruck.
That human cultivator thought he was weak? And he wanted to make him his underling?!
"Master Dark Poison Lord, that human cultivator has most likely gone mad. Let me capture him and bring him to you personally!" The City Lord of Ten Thousand Swords City spoke with an enraged expression.
He was a Soul Formation Final Stage powerful being, and he immediately wanted to show off to the Dark Poison Lord after seeing An Lin, who was only at the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage, spout nonsense.
"There's no need for that." The Dark Poison Lord's eyes flashed with ferocity as he said, "I'll do it myself. I'll make him experience what it feels like to wish for death."
He stepped forward, and dark winds instantly howled as poisonous mist engulfed the heavens. A terrifying aura engulfed heaven and earth, making the Blood Tribe soldiers and students all wobble on their feet.
"Master, how should we deal with this?"
Tina held an immortal tool in her hand as she stood in front of An Lin.
She was aware of the unique effects of An Lin's blood, so she was hoping that An Lin would smear his blood onto her sword. She always felt that using a sword that was stained with her master's blood to slash at her enemy would be a particularly thrilling experience.
However, An Lin disappointed her.
"Little Na, go and protect the students. As for the Dark Poison Lord, I'll deal with him myself." An Lin stretched his body, and his battle intent surged. He was already itching to fight to his heart's content.
Ever since he achieved initial success in his body of the War God, he hadn't fought to his heart's content.
His battles against Xing Tian and Emperor Ziwei had given him a rough understanding of his own power, and at the same time, he had accumulated an extremely vast amount of War God intent. He needed a battle to his heart's content in order to ascertain his true strength.
"You're just a mere Soul Formation Stage cultivator, how dare you!" The Dark Poison Lord felt like he was being looked down upon by Tina and An Lin's calm expression, and he charged toward An Lin before launching a fist toward him!
The black poisonous mist enshrouding the Dark Poison Lord's fist was like a bottomless maw that could engulf all things, and even the air in its wake began to crackle and groan. If an ordinary Soul Formation cultivator were to accidentally touch this poisonous mist, they would definitely be corroded to the point that not even their bones would remain.
Seeing this, the City Lord had already retreated frantically. He looked at An Lin with a hint of pity in his eyes.
The Dark Poison Lord was clearly trying to devour the body of the man before him before extracting his consciousness and slowly torturing him. He believed that at that time, the man would understand that dying on the spot was also a kind of happiness.
An Lin leaped toward the Dark Poison Lord from Dabai's back without dodging or evading. His body broke through the sound barrier, and the golden lotus symbol on his forehead flashed as a golden light flashed from his fist, which was imbued with the extremely powerful power of the earth as it crashed down upon the Dark Poison Lord.
Rumble!
The terrifying collision of energy caused the entire world to rumble.
The City Lord's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
He was witnessing the terrifyingly powerful Dark Poison Lord being forced into retreat by a single punch from a Soul Formation Stage cultivator!
The golden fist punched a massive hole into the poisonous mist before landing on the Dark Poison Lord's body. A terrifying force instantly exploded forth, knocking the Dark Poison Lord back several hundred meters.
The Dark Poison Lord felt as if a gargantuan divine mountain had crashed into his body, and his entire body was in excruciating pain.
"Who the hell are you?"
He stared at An Lin in shock, unable to believe that such a terrifying attack had been unleashed by a Soul Formation Stage cultivator.
"Me? I'm your papa! "
An Lin raised his head with a disdainful expression as he unleashed his body of the War God and charged toward the Dark Poison Lord again.
The Dark Poison Lord was enraged, and he gritted his teeth as he made a grabbing motion toward An Lin. The space within a radius of over a kilometer suddenly congealed.
Spatial Seal!
This was a spatial technique that only Return to Void Stage mighty figures could unleash. To cultivators who had yet to reach the Soul Formation Stage, this was the most invincible technique. It could imprison all enemies who had yet to comprehend the power of space, thereby reducing them to meat on the chopping block.
A ferocious expression appeared on the Dark Poison Lord's face. No matter how powerful the cultivator before him was, it would all be for naught if he had yet to comprehend the power of space.
However, a streak of red light suddenly pierced through the spatial seal, shattering all of his illusions.
Wings of Wind appeared on An Lin's back, and streams of wind revolved around his Evil-Slaying Sword as he abruptly pounced toward the Dark Poison Lord.
An Lin's speed was boosted to an extremely terrifying level by the addition of the Wind Sword, and his body left a white trail in his wake as he flew through the air. The black poisonous mist domain surged toward An Lin, but An Lin showed no signs of resistance as he charged directly toward the poisonous mist.
How dare you charge directly into my poisonous mist? You're seeking death! An elated expression appeared on the Dark Poison Lord's face.
However, before he had a chance to celebrate, An Lin tore through the poisonous mist completely unscathed and instantly appeared before the Dark Poison Lord.
"How could this be?!" The Dark Poison Lord's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.
Even a Return to Void Initial Stage cultivator would be severely wounded if he were to charge into his poisonous mist, let alone a Soul Formation Stage cultivator. However, this cultivator was only at the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage, so how could he be completely unscathed?!
Just as the Dark Poison Lord was in a state of shock, An Lin's Evil-Slaying Sword had already slashed down upon his body. The Dark Poison Lord was a Return to Void Stage super powerful being, but even he was struggling to keep up with the speed of An Lin's sword.
Splat!
The Dark Poison Lord hurriedly retreated, but a ghastly gash was still inflicted upon his body by the Evil-Slaying Sword. Blood splattered through the air, and he appeared to be in quite a sorry state.
At this moment, the spectating City Lord and Blood Tribe soldiers were completely dumbstruck.
What happened to abusing the little kid? Why was the tables being turned now?!
The Dark Poison Lord was a Return to Void Stage mighty figure, a super powerful being who ruled over an entire territory! How could a powerful being of this caliber be suppressed by a Soul Formation Stage cultivator? Could it be that this Dark Poison Lord was a fake?!
No … he couldn't be a fake!
The City Lord shook his head in shock. The Dark Poison Lord was extremely powerful. The power that he could unleash with just a wave of his hand was extremely terrifying.
However, the Dark Poison Lord had encountered a Soul Formation Stage cultivator who was even more terrifying than him …
M-hm, that was the truth. However, all of the Blood Tribe soldiers found this hard to accept. Since when could a Soul Formation Stage cultivator contend against a Return to Void Stage mighty figure? This didn't make any sense at all!
In contrast, the twenty students quickly accepted this reality.
"This is the God An I know! He's so handsome!" A female student exclaimed with stars in her eyes.
"I already told you that with Classmate An Lin here, we'll definitely be fine." A male student heaved a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
"The biggest reward for this trip is probably witnessing a battle between Return to Void Stage mighty figures. This battle has given me a lot of inspiration," a student said excitedly.
"Wrong! This isn't a battle between Return to Void Stage mighty figures. It's a battle between Soul Formation Stage mighty figures and Return to Void Stage mighty figures! "
…
In the sky above, the Dark Poison Lord finally exploded with rage.
He let loose an enraged roar, and the poisonous mist around his body surged forth in a frenzy. "You forced me to do this! I didn't want to use this technique, but now, I'm going to give you a taste of my Heart of Ten Thousand Poisons! "
The inky-black poisonous mist surged forth in a frenzy, and it was as if the ocean had poured into the world, instantly engulfing the entire city.
Tens of thousands of Blood Tribe cultivators were engulfed by the boundless poisonous mist, and they howled in agony before their bodies and souls were destroyed in less than a breath's time.
The City Lord fled into the distance with all his might, but he was still unable to escape the spreading poisonous mist. His Soul Formation Stage body began to slowly turn black and rot.
He wailed in anguish as he frantically unleashed spell techniques to defend himself. However, ten seconds later, he was still reduced to a puddle of black blood and was completely corroded.
Heaven and earth fell into a vast expanse of darkness. Only Tina, who was protecting the twenty students and Dabai, was still like a lantern in the dark night, emitting a faint glow.
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