Heinous beyond redemption.
He must be killed.
This was Shen Zhenyi's principle.
He had such lofty goals that he was indifferent to reality, but that didn't mean he had no bottom line.
If he had power, he couldn't lose himself in slaughter and destruction. Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to exist.
"I'll die?"
Wan Shenwang laughed maniacally.
"I won't die even when the grass grows on your grave. Since you've spoken such arrogant words, you should prepare to accept the tragic consequences!"
He retreated like a bolt of lightning, green smoke spewing out of every pore on his body, instantly enveloping his entire body.
"Dark Zen Poison Mist!"
Someone who knew what was going on immediately shouted, "He used this ultimate move right off the bat. The Third Young Master Shen is in trouble!"
The martial art that Wan Shenwang cultivated was called the Dark Zen Poison Lotus. It was a vicious martial art that first poisoned oneself, then others.
First, one would use the most poisonous objects in the world to temper one's body. Only when every inch of one's skin and hair was more poisonous than the object would one give up.
Back then, Wan Shenwang had coincidentally obtained a stalk of the Yin Gathering White Lotus from the Underworld. It had accumulated a myriad of corpse poisons. It was an extremely poisonous object that no one in their sect, not even their founder, had ever obtained.
This was how he had been able to surpass his predecessor and become a grandmaster, causing all martial artists in the world to tremble in fear.
This Dark Zen Poison Mist expelled all the accumulated toxins in one's body in one go. It would envelop the body and become a lethal weapon for killing.
Even the strongest expert could only retreat under normal circumstances, not daring to face it head-on.
Using this kind of martial art in the arena was almost shameless. If Shen Zhenyi didn't admit defeat and jumped off the golden stage, he would most likely die.
Chu Huoluo and Princess Long were very anxious when they saw the disgusting yellowish-green poisonous fog spreading unceasingly and would soon reach Shen Zhenyi. They held each other's hands and shouted, but they didn't know what to do.
"Filthy!"
Shen Zhenyi only frowned slightly.
The smell of this poisonous fog was not pleasant to the nose.
This made the Third Young Master Shen, who was obsessed with cleanliness, dissatisfied. He couldn't be bothered to deal with this move as it came. With a light flick of his sleeve, a stream of light flew out from his sleeve and turned into a Brilliant Dove. It circled in the air and plunged into the poisonous fog!
Chi!
A light and crisp sound came from the dark poisonous fog, followed by an extremely tragic scream. A mouthful of turbid blood soared into the sky, and a huge skull rolled down from the golden platform, falling to the ground hundreds of feet below.
"It's the Poison Sect's Wan Shenchong!"
Someone with sharp eyes saw it clearly in midair. Immediately, the crowd was alarmed and flew back several feet, leaving a large open space for that head to land safely on the ground.
Even his friends and family didn't dare to touch Wan Shenxiang's head.
This person's entire body was poisonous. His blood was poisonous, his flesh was poisonous, even his hair and teeth were poisonous. One could not even touch him.
The head rolled on the ground, but its eyes were still wide open, as if it didn't understand how it had died.
It struggled and rolled three or four times in the dust before exhausting all its strength. In a flash, it turned into a puddle of pus.
"Eeeee —"
The crowd let out relieved and fearful cries. They finally relaxed a little, but still didn't dare to approach. They watched as the grass and trees where the head had fallen withered and the ground was charred black. Their hearts still palpitated with fear.
On the golden platform, the poisonous fog was blown away by the wind.
Shen Zhenyi stood gracefully in the wind like a handsome tree.
The headless corpse of the Poison Sect's Wan Shenxiang was sprawled on the platform. It kept shrinking, like sand blown away by the wind. Soon, it disappeared without a trace.
Wan Shenxiang's entire body was covered in poison. He had relied on his powerful internal energy to balance it out. Once a person died, the poison would go berserk. There was no way to control it, so it was only natural that it would turn on its owner.
Wan Shenxiang had poisoned countless people his entire life, but in the end, he was poisoned to death by his own poison. This was retribution.
Only now did the crowd burst into thunderous cries.
"Did … did I see wrongly just now?"
"The Third Young Master Shen killed the Poison Sect's Wan Shenxiang with a single strike?"
"I didn't see how he drew and sheathed his sword. Where is his sword? "
"How can there be such a fast sword technique? Did he draw his sword from his sleeve? This … is this the Twelve Sword Towers' Saber Hidden in Smile, Sword in Sleeve? "
Someone voiced their doubts.
Shen Zhenyi was slightly surprised. He had indeed used the Twelve Sword Towers' Saber Hidden in Smile, Sword in Sleeve.
His big brother, Shen Baihe, had learned this sword technique from the Twelve Sword Towers' Young Master, Shen Zhenyi. He had wanted to use the Twelve Sword Towers' momentum to turn things around, so he had used it against Shen Zhenyi once.
Shen Zhenyi had learned it with a single glance.
He had only used this sword technique to kill because it was convenient. He didn't want to be contaminated by the poisonous fog or dirty his sword, so he had simply used the Sword Qi in his sleeve to give Wan Shenxiang a quick death.
"He got off easy."
This kind of heinous person should have suffered a thousand times more. He had killed him with a single strike just to prevent him from doing evil again.
Shen Zhenyi didn't care about using this sword technique, but the spectators were interested in it.
Many people began to speculate about the relationship between the Twelve Sword Towers and the Abandoned Sword Villa. Many people knew that the founder of the Abandoned Sword Villa, Shen Mengtian, was the eldest son of the current Twelve Sword Towers' leader, Shen Zhongshan. Speaking of which, the two sides were related by blood.
Now that Shen Zhenyi had used the Twelve Sword Towers' sword technique, did it mean that the two sides had formed an alliance?
The emperor's face darkened even more.
"The Twelve Sword Towers …"
His expression was ugly. The eight sects in the world were deep-rooted local forces that were difficult to uproot. For the stability of the World of Eight Cultivators, the Great Moon Dynasty couldn't eliminate all of these sects. They could only give them a certain amount of power and autonomy. This made the arrogant Chan Yujing very unhappy.
Shen Zhenyi's sudden rise had already made him suspicious.
Now it seemed that he was supported by the Twelve Sword Towers. The Twelve Sword Towers were far away in the north, occupying a part of the forces. The Abandoned Sword Villa appeared in the south, thousands of miles apart. Could this be considered as cooperation?
The emperor couldn't figure it out for a while, but he felt like there was something in his chest.
"Shen Zhongshan … his hands are really long. The death of his eldest son can't extinguish this old man's ambition. Is the Wind Thunder City not enough to drag him down? Old men who don't die are thieves. How hateful! "
When Shen Zhongshan was young, he was also a talented person. Chan Yujing didn't have a good impression of him. Later, he was depressed for three hundred years, and the Twelve Sword Towers didn't show any signs of great development. Only then did the royal family feel relieved about the Twelve Sword Towers.
Now there was Shen Zhenyi, who was better than Shen Mengtian, so the emperor naturally felt that there was a problem.
Princess Yan found that the emperor clenched his fists, and his expression was uncertain, but she couldn't guess what he was thinking.
Accompanying the emperor was like accompanying a tiger.
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