The other two Poison Viper Valley disciples were just as excited by Grace Jing’s shout. “Senior Brother, we absolutely can’t let them go! Those are Mystic Maiden Sect women—if we have them, all three of us will gain a huge boost in cultivation!”
The short, chubby man nodded in agreement. In Poison Viper Valley, strength was everything—the stronger you were, the higher your status and the more resources you received.
Aside from his master, the Valley Lord, there were still the Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister above him. If he could absorb eighty percent of Grace Jing’s cultivation tonight, his poison arts would skyrocket to Innate Third Layer. By then, he’d be second only to the Valley Lord in Poison Viper Valley.
Just thinking about it made his heart race. He’d long been dissatisfied with the Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister lording it over him. Now that a chance to surpass them had appeared, there was no way he’d let it slip by.
With a sinister grin, the short, chubby man barked, “Fifth Junior Brother, Ninth Junior Brother—activate the snake formation! Kill the other four men first!”
“Yes, Senior Brother!”
The two replied in unison, then each took out a bone flute and began to play.
“Woooo—”
“Woooo—”
The sound of the bone flutes was mournful and piercing, drifting far into the night sky.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
No sooner had Grace Jing finished speaking than dozens of venomous snakes sprang up from the ground, shooting toward them like arrows.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Grace Jing struck out with several palm attacks. Dozens of snakes exploded midair, bursting into clouds of bloody mist.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
A second wave of snakes sprang up, this time numbering in the hundreds—dense and terrifying, enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
The three outer-sect disciples each wielded heavy mountain-cleaving knives, hacking at the airborne snakes, while Lilian Yue and Queenie stabbed out with short swords, slicing one snake after another in half.
Grace Jing was the fiercest of all, her palms striking tirelessly in rapid succession—most of the snakes died under her relentless blows.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Ian Song darted through the darkness, breaking free from the snake formation and landing atop a tree crown several meters away from the three Poison Viper Valley disciples.
"Not good, Third Senior Brother! Someone got out!" Seeing Ian Song appear, the two Poison Viper Valley disciples were startled.
"Don’t panic. We’ll just kill him!"
The short, chubby Third Senior Brother sneered coldly, producing a pair of wrist-mounted needle launchers and pressing the triggers.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Hundreds of poison-dipped needles shot at Ian under cover of night, filling the air and ground.
Each needle carried enough toxin to kill an elephant. The short, chubby man was confident—he’d once used this move to kill an Innate Fourth Layer martial artist.
As the hundreds of poison needles flew toward him, Ian’s eyes narrowed, a cold killing intent flashing in his gaze. Poison Viper Valley truly was full of vicious scum—such people didn’t deserve mercy.
"Gravity Domain!"
Buzz.
The magnetic field around Ian shifted instantly. The hundreds of poison needles in midair suddenly became impossibly heavy, dropping to the ground before they could reach him. At the same time, the three Poison Viper Valley disciples, caught in the gravity field, were horrified to find their bodies unbearably heavy—even lifting a hand or moving a foot was a struggle.
"Die!"
A flash of cyan light shot from Ian’s hand, instantly reaching the necks of the three Poison Viper Valley disciples.
"Thud, thud, thud!"
With three soft sounds, three heads flew from their shoulders.
With the three Poison Viper Valley disciples dealt with, Ian flashed back toward the camp.
Without their controllers, the snake formation quickly collapsed. Tens of thousands of venomous snakes scattered into the forest and vanished.
"Mr. Song, what about those three Poison Viper Valley disciples?" Grace Jing asked, looking at him.
"They’re all dead," Ian replied calmly.
"That’s a relief," Grace Jing nodded.
"Master, I’m doomed! I got bitten by a snake! Waaaah!"
Suddenly, Queenie collapsed to the ground, clutching her right foot and sobbing.
Everyone looked over and saw her entire leg was swollen—almost a third thicker than the other.
"Carry her to my tent. I’ll save her!" Ian said in a deep voice.
"You can cure poison?" Lilian Yue stared at Ian suspiciously.
"If you don’t want her to die, stop talking and do what I say!" Ian snapped.
"Lilian, hurry and take Queenie to Mr. Song’s tent," Grace Jing urged.
"Can you really cure poison?"
After sending Lilian Yue away, Ian squatted beside Queenie’s leg.
"Nope, I’m just going to chop your leg off!" Ian teased, deliberately trying to scare her.
"No! I don’t want my leg chopped off!"
"That’s not up to you!" Ian smiled coldly, tapped Queenie’s Deep-Sleep Point to put her into a deep slumber, then activated Radiance of Life.
About half an hour later, Ian called Lilian Yue in to carry Queenie back to her tent.
After checking Queenie’s injury, Lilian Yue was amazed. In just half an hour, Queenie’s leg had fully recovered, even the bite marks had vanished, leaving smooth skin as if nothing had happened.
She was deeply curious about how Ian had done it.
But she didn’t ask Ian, knowing that even if she did, that annoying guy probably wouldn’t tell her.
"Hmph! One day, I’ll uncover all your secrets!"
The next morning...
A scream came from Lilian Yue’s tent: "Waaah, no, don’t chop off my leg! I don’t want to be a cripple!"
Ian, practicing his morning exercises, heard Queenie’s scream and was stunned for a moment. Then he grinned smugly—serves her right for mouthing off to him.
"No! I don’t want my leg chopped off!"
"That’s not up to you!" Ian smiled coldly, tapped Queenie’s Deep-Sleep Point to put her into a deep slumber, then activated Radiance of Life.
About half an hour later, Ian called Lilian Yue in to carry Queenie back to her tent.
After checking Queenie’s injury, Lilian Yue was amazed. In just half an hour, Queenie’s leg had fully recovered, even the bite marks had vanished, leaving smooth skin as if nothing had happened.
She was deeply curious about how Ian had done it.
But she didn’t ask Ian, knowing that even if she did, that annoying guy probably wouldn’t tell her.
"Hmph! One day, I’ll uncover all your secrets!"
The next morning...
A scream came from Lilian Yue’s tent: "Waaah, no, don’t chop off my leg! I don’t want to be a cripple!"
Ian, practicing his morning exercises, heard Queenie’s scream and was stunned for a moment. Then he grinned smugly—serves her right for mouthing off to him.