Standing at the foot of Black Dragon Mountain, Ian Song gazed at the poison-misted slopes, quietly pondering how to accomplish his first major kill.
With a thought, he released his divine sense toward Black Dragon Mountain, searching for Poison King Magnus Crow's whereabouts.
But he quickly withdrew his divine sense, secretly thinking, no wonder.
The poisonous mist on Black Dragon Mountain could actually corrode a cultivator's divine sense.
Next, he tried stepping into the mountain’s outer edge, immediately sensing the poisonous mist corroding his true qi.
He instantly retreated.
"No wonder the Great Jin Imperial Court gave up on chasing him. Poison King Magnus Crow really isn’t simple!"
He was sure that even Tribulation experts would have trouble taking down Magnus Crow if they entered Black Dragon Mountain—the poisonous mist here was just too vicious.
"Kid, you must be from the Great Jin Imperial Court. If you’ve got guts, come into the mountain and try!"
Suddenly, a raspy voice rang out, full of mockery and provocation.
Ian Song couldn’t help but frown. Magnus Crow was truly arrogant—others might not be able to handle him, but that didn’t mean Ian couldn’t.
So he replied, "Magnus Crow, you’re just a stray dog hiding in Black Dragon Mountain, barely clinging to life, and you still dare act arrogant in front of me!"
"You brat, you’re courting death!"
Magnus Crow flew into a rage. Black mist surged, and three dark figures shot out of the poisonous fog.
These were three poison puppets under his control, each with early Void Fusion realm cultivation.
"Kill him!"
Magnus Crow gave the order.
Instantly, all three poison puppets charged at Ian Song.
"Scram!"
Ian Song raised his hand and struck out three beams of ghostly light, shooting straight toward the poison puppets.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
All three poison puppets were blasted away.
But their defenses were extremely high—they quickly rolled to their feet and lunged at Ian Song again.
"Collapse!"
Suddenly, Ian Song formed a profound hand seal with both hands and unleashed it.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
The light of the seal struck the three poison puppets in rapid succession. Instantly, their bodies exploded into pools of black blood—what Ian Song used was the "Collapse" glyph from the Eight-Glyph True Mantra Art he obtained from Jiang Yan.
Within Black Dragon Mountain, Magnus Crow fell silent.
Those three Void Fusion poison puppets were one of his trump cards—he hadn’t expected that kid to kill them so easily.
"Hm?"
Ian Song suddenly discovered that after killing the three poison puppets, he’d gained over twenty million qi luck—a pleasant surprise.
"Magnus Crow, do you dare come out and face your death?"
Ian Song shouted.
Magnus Crow didn’t respond, playing the coward—after all, his opponent wouldn’t dare enter Black Dragon Mountain.
After shouting a few more times, Ian Song’s eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness. Magnus Crow was shameless—he knew he wasn’t a match, so he simply hid away.
However...
The next moment, Zhou Qing began to circle Black Dragon Mountain at high speed, continuously planting spirit crystals into the ground.
"What’s that kid doing? Is he setting up a formation?"
Magnus Crow grew a bit wary.
But soon, he relaxed.