As Poison Fang closed in, a great terror gripped Mo Fan’s heart, his vision dominated by a towering, monstrous python.
Divine ability, Eye of Enchantment!
Mo Fan immediately unleashed his divine ability, a red glint flashing in his eyes, but the next moment, he grunted in pain.
It failed!
His Eye of Enchantment had no effect on Poison Fang.
Divine ability, Bewildering Golden Light!
Undeterred, Mo Fan employed his second divine ability, targeting Poison Fang’s mind.
Instantly, a pair of black pupils formed in Mo Fan’s eyes, erupting with dazzling golden light.
“What is that?!”
Poison Fang exclaimed, his eyes burning as if scorched, forcing him to shut them instinctively while a faint stabbing pain pierced his mind.
Divine ability, Tongue Arrow!
Mo Fan’s third divine ability erupted. His mouth parted slightly, and his scarlet tongue shot out like a sharp spear, striking Poison Fang’s blood-red robe, sparking a burst of flames.
It didn’t pierce through!
Mo Fan’s eyes widened. He retracted the tongue arrow, intending to summon his flying sword to strike at Poison Fang’s head, but Poison Fang had already opened his eyes.
Poison Fang’s eyes were bloodshot, slightly swollen, showing the damage caused by the Bewildering Golden Light.
“Ugly thing, die!!”
Poison Fang roared, raising his hand to strike Mo Fan’s head.
Instantly, endless streams of pink mist poured from Poison Fang’s palm, forming ropes that bound Mo Fan, rendering him immobile.
“Damn it!!”
Mo Fan growled inwardly, realising the vast gap between himself and Poison Fang. Unable to even struggle, despair crept into his heart.
As Poison Fang’s palm descended, Mo Fan opened his mouth, ready to unleash his Heaven-Devouring ability.
Even he didn’t believe it would pose much threat to Poison Fang, whose cultivation far surpassed his own. It might break free easily, exposing Mo Fan’s secret.
But facing death, he had no choice.
At that critical moment, a figure appeared before Mo Fan.
“Hey! Are you really giving no respect to our Young Miss?!”
A clear voice rang out, laced with a hint of mockery.
Poison Fang’s pupils constricted.
Even he hadn’t seen when this short-haired youth appeared, but his attack was already in motion.
“Die!”
A ruthless glint flashed in Poison Fang’s eyes. He slammed his right palm down, aiming to crush both Mo Fan and the youth.
*Thud!*
With a muffled sound, Poison Fang’s body was pierced through.
A bloody hand emerged from his back, causing his body to stiffen, his pupils dilating in shock.
“A mere snake dares… hm?”
The short-haired youth’s smile vanished, his brow furrowing as he looked at his arm, which was rapidly turning black at a visible rate.
“Snake venom… damn insect, I’ll stew you into snake soup!!”
Furious, the youth moved to kill Poison Fang, but the demon transformed into a blood-red snake, slithering into the leaf litter and vanishing.
“Hmph!”
The youth snorted, stomping the ground.
Mo Fan felt the earth tremble, and all the fallen leaves within ten zhang rose into the air.
Among them, the blood-red snake was exposed, its slit pupils filled with terror, struggling frantically but unable to escape the youth’s aura lock.
“Die!”
The youth stepped forward, appearing before the snake, raising his fist.
But at that moment, a figure arrived silently, striking first with a punch that clashed with the youth’s.
*Boom!*
A thunderous roar echoed, accompanied by splashes of inky liquid.
“Fellow Daoist, show mercy where possible!”
Qin Changsheng smiled, waving his hand to tuck the blood-red snake into his sleeve. He then touched his storage bag, producing a yellow talisman. Biting his finger, he drew a rune on it.
Seeing the talisman take shape, Mo Fan’s pupils shrank.
He recognised it: a Demon-Suppressing Talisman!
“Ha!”
Qin Changsheng uttered a soft command, and the blood-red talisman transformed into a crimson mountain, crashing toward the youth.
“Get lost!”
The youth snorted, shattering the crimson mountain with a single punch, causing Qin Changsheng’s expression to shift slightly.
*Spurt!*
After the punch, Qin Changsheng spat blood but used the force to retreat, vanishing into the dense forest.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…*
As Qin Changsheng disappeared, the bamboo strips attacking Bing Jiu turned into beams of light, flying into the forest.
Only then did Mo Fan see Bing Jiu’s state. He looked somewhat dishevelled, his robes tattered, his skin marked with small wounds, and a trace of fatigue in his expression.
“Why did you let him go?”
Bing Jiu glanced at the short-haired youth, frowning.
“We couldn’t have stopped him together. Besides, I’ve been poisoned by that snake demon. It’s nearly reached my heart meridians. I need to find the Young Miss for treatment immediately.”
“Also, Bing Wu has already set out. They won’t escape!”
The youth gave a wry smile. Only then did Bing Jiu and Mo Fan notice his body had turned completely black.
“Are you alright?!”
Bing Jiu, startled, hurried over.
“Don’t touch me. I feel if you do, you’ll be poisoned too. This snake venom is terrifyingly potent!”
The youth dodged Bing Jiu’s support, his lips now black, clearly deeply poisoned.
He glanced at Mo Fan and Bai Yaoyao, said nothing, and headed toward the pavilion’s doors.
But after a few steps, he swayed, his steps unsteady, and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
*Sizzle…*
The ground where the black blood landed seemed to corrode, emitting thick smoke, utterly terrifying.
“Bing Liu!”
Bing Jiu cried out, at a loss.
“I might be able to save him.”
Mo Fan stepped forward, speaking.
“You?”
Bing Jiu looked at Mo Fan in surprise, recognising him.
“Yes. I’ve recently cultivated a poison technique, giving me some immunity to deadly toxins. Let me check on him!”
Ignoring Bing Jiu’s hesitation, Mo Fan grabbed Bing Liu’s blackened arm.
“Don’t touch…”
Bing Liu tried to pull away, but Mo Fan held firm. As expected, Mo Fan’s arm began turning black rapidly, confirming the venom’s terrifying contagiousness.
It spread through mere skin contact!
While the others were shocked, Mo Fan was secretly delighted. This snake venom was far more potent than a rattlesnake’s!
For him, it posed little threat and could even accelerate the consolidation of his internal poison vortex.
Mo Fan activated his poison vortex, and a suction force emerged, frantically drawing the snake venom from Bing Liu’s body through his arm’s meridians.
The onlookers watched as the blackness on Bing Liu’s body visibly faded, while Mo Fan’s skin began turning jet black…
