Venerable Poisonsword had mixed in with the group of assassins. Coupled with the fact that Bi Dao also wore black robes, he did not attract the attention of Jianchen and the others at all. Only when he spoke did he attract the attention of Jianchen and the others.
Jianchen and Ruijin both looked at venerable Poisonsword. Ruijin's expression did not change at all, remaining as calm as before, but Jianchen's eyes suddenly narrowed. He stared at venerable Poisonsword in a daze as his expression rapidly changed.
Although they had not seen each other for many years, Jianchen still recognized Bi Dao. Bi Dao was his mother's brother and his uncle. He would never forget him no matter what. He was one of Jianchen's few relatives.
"Uncle!" Jian Chen cried out and immediately flew toward venerable Poisonsword who was controlling Bi Dao's body.
Ruijin and Honglian became slightly surprised when they heard Jianchen's cry. They followed closely behind Jianchen.
Venerable Poisonsword obviously heard Jianchen's call of uncle, which immediately stunned him. He became rather confused.
"Xiangtian, it's actually Xiangtian. He's actually Xiangtian …" Bi Dao's soul began to violently pulse.
"Xiangtian? What Xiangtian? Brat Bi Dao, do you know these people? "Venerable Poisonsword's heart skipped a beat as he developed an ill omen.
At this moment, venerable Poisonsword felt the mysterious force binding him disappear, allowing him to regain his freedom. However, he did not dare to flee. Any resistance or escape would be futile before an expert like that.
"He's my nephew, venerable Poisonsword. I'd like to see how you'll kill me now," Bi Dao gritted his teeth. Bi Dao said through gritted teeth. He began to struggle violently in an attempt to regain control of his body.
"What? Your nephew?!" Venerable Poisonsword paled in fright. He did his best to suppress Bi Dao's soul as his heart churned.
"That's impossible. Brat Bi Dao, a nephew of your age can't be older than you, and you're not even a hundred years old. How can you have such a powerful nephew? Brat Bi Dao, do you think I'm as easy to trick as a three-year-old child?" Venerable Poisonsword questioned loudly, but he wasn't confident enough. The call of 'uncle' just now was the best proof.
Jianchen had already arrived beside venerable Poisonsword. He stared at him in surprise and just when he wanted to say something, he seemed to sense something. His face suddenly changed, and his gaze sharpened. He called out, "You're not my uncle! Who are you?"
Venerable Poisonsword trembled. He was filled with unease, but he had no way to back down now. All he could do was force himself to say, "Nephew, I'm your uncle. Don't you even recognize your uncle?"
Jianchen's gaze became extremely sharp. He pointed the Emperor Armament in his hand at venerable Poisonsword with a frightening presence of destruction. He yelled out, "You still want to quibble? Speak, who are you?" A powerful killing intent surged from Jianchen.
Venerable Poisonsword's heart chilled when he saw how Jianchen did not fall for it.
Ruijin and Honglian arrived beside Jianchen as well. A gleam of light flickered in their eyes as they stared at venerable Poisonsword.
"Jianchen, there are two people's souls in this body. This person forcefully suppressed the soul of the original owner of the body and controlled it," Ruijin said.
Jianchen's face changed. He yelled at venerable Poisonsword, "Leave my uncle's body immediately, or I'll wipe out your soul right now."
Venerable Poisonsword's face changed as well. He said, "Your uncle is still alive. My soul has already fused with his. If you kill me, your uncle won't be able to live either."
Jianchen's heart sank. If Bi Dao was injured physically, there would be many ways to deal with it no matter how severe it was. However, it would be extremely troublesome if it was related to the soul.
"He still hasn't gained complete control over the body, so he's not the original owner. I have a way to deal with him, "Honglian suddenly said. She then extended a finger to Bi Dao's chest and stabbed it into his heart, extracting a drop of essence blood. At the same time, a ball of white flames ignited on Honglian's left hand. With a flick of her right hand, Honglian tossed the essence blood into the white flames.
The essence blood melted as soon as it entered the flames, causing the white flames to become slightly red. Afterward, Honglian waved her left hand and the flames immediately shot toward Bi Dao.
Chi! The flames were very small, but they began to burn as soon as they made contact with Bi Dao's body. Bi Dao's entire body was enveloped by the soaring flames.
"Argh!" Venerable Poisonsword immediately let out a painful cry as the flames burned him. The flames were no ordinary flames. They were extremely harmful to the soul, so even venerable Poisonsword was unable to endure them.
Honglian casually explained when she saw Jianchen's worried expression, "Don't worry. I've already fused a drop of your uncle's essence blood into my flames, so it won't harm him at all. It only targets things that don't belong to him. It's perfect for dealing with the foreign soul that has taken over your uncle's body."
Jianchen immediately stopped worrying when he heard that.
The flames enveloped Bi Dao's body and continued to burn. Although there was no heat at all, no one doubted its power. All the imprints that venerable Poisonsword had left behind in Bi Dao's body were being incinerated bit by bit.
Venerable Poisonsword's cries became more and more painful and miserable. He no longer had any extra power to suppress Bi Dao's soul as he endured the flames, allowing Bi Dao's soul to successfully take control of his body. Venerable Poisonsword's cries also turned into pulses of his soul that rang out in Bi Dao's head.
"Old bastard, didn't you want to devour my soul first? Let's see who'll devour who first." Bi Dao was no pushover either. He could not be bothered to chat with his nephew and immediately began to devour venerable Poisonsword instead.
Originally, it would have been impossible for Bi Dao to devour the soul of a Saint King at Great Perfection with his strength. However, venerable Poisonsword's soul had become extremely fragile after being burned by the divine flames of the Blazing Divine Phoenixes. Coupled with the fact that his soul was in Bi Dao's head, this was the perfect opportunity for Bi Dao to devour venerable Poisonsword's soul.
However, Bi Dao's current strength was still far too low after all. He was nowhere near as greedy. Venerable Poisonsword's soul had become fragile, but he was still a Holy Emperor at Great Perfection in the past. Bi Dao had only devoured a little of his soul, yet he had already reached his limit. It was impossible for him to devour everything in a short amount of time.
The flames around venerable Poisonsword's soul slowly began to extinguish while the soul completely stopped shrieking. All that remained was a grey bead in Bi Dao's head. The bead was filled with a dense presence of the mysteries of the world as well as the power of the soul.
"The foreign soul that took over his body has already been destroyed. However, due to the wonders of my flames and the environment, the foreign soul's comprehension of the mysteries of the world and a small portion of its power did not disperse. Instead, it remains in this body. If your uncle can absorb all of it, his strength will increase drastically. This is a great opportunity for him." Honglian said indifferently before raising her hand. A ball of fire rushed out of Bi Dao's body and returned to Honglian's hand before disappearing.
Jianchen was obviously extremely happy after learning that Bi Dao had obtained such a great opportunity. He arrived before Bi Dao and asked in concern, "Uncle, are you fine? How do you feel?"
Bi Dao slowly opened his eyes. They were filled with weakness and exhaustion. He had yet to convert the small portion of venerable Poisonsword's soul into his own. Most of the soul's power and the mysteries of the world that venerable Poisonsword had comprehended remained in his head. His current weakness was all due to the venerable Poisonsword's suppression and the struggle for control of his body.
Bi Dao looked at Jianchen with mixed feelings. He was filled with joy. After so many years, his nephew had become more and more outstanding.
"Xiangtian, I'm fine now. The Yama Hall is the mysterious person who wiped out my Bi family back then. Only you can avenge my Bi family," said Bi Dao.
Killing intent surged in Jianchen's eyes when he heard that. He gritted his teeth, "I never thought that the mysterious person who wiped out the Bi family back then would be the Yama Hall. I can finally avenge my Bi family."
"Uncle, you should rest first. Leave everything here to me," Bi Dao said to Bi Dao. He then glanced around and saw that most of the assassins from the Yama Hall had been slain by the five Saint Rulers of the Flame Mercenaries. Only around a dozen Saint Ruler assassins remained.
Although Saint Rulers would be punished by Celestial Decay for killing those below Saint Ruler, that was only for those who had committed mass murder. It was a punishment for those who had massacred millions of people. Killing a mere thousand people did not have much of an effect.
Violent booms constantly rang out as the battle in the distance became even more intense. The five Saint Rulers of the Flame Mercenaries worked together to kill off the Saint Ruler assassins one by one.
The Saint Ruler assassins were restrained. Although they could fight back, it was very difficult for them to move. Even though they were more powerful than the five Saint Rulers, they were unable to fend off the combined attacks of the five Saint Rulers. In the blink of an eye, two of the weaker Saint Ruler assassins had been killed by the five Saint Rulers.
No matter how intense the battle between Saint Rulers was, it would not increase a person's sins and provoke Celestial Decay.
Jianchen coldly stared at the remaining Saint Ruler assassins. He wielded his Emperor Armament and used the Illusory Flash, leaving behind a blur as he charged toward the Saint Ruler assassins with extreme speed. Whenever he passed by a Saint Ruler assassin, the Emperor Armament would turn into a flash of black light and send their heads flying.
Before Jianchen, the Saint Ruler assassins were not his match even if they were Ninth Heavenly Layer Saint Rulers. Very soon, the remaining assassins all died to Jianchen's hands. Their souls had been slain, and their blood dyed the sky red as rain.
Jianchen stood in the air with his fluttering white clothes and hair. He seemed like a god of slaughter as he glared at the destroyed divine hall. He coldly yelled, "True expert of the Yama Hall, you've been hiding for so long. Are you still not coming out?"
Jianchen had learned from uncle Xiu Mi that although there were not many Holy Emperor experts in the Yama Hall, there was definitely more than one of them.
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