The Bronze Sword vibrated and buzzed, with sword Qi scattering in all directions. The God of Slaughter leaped into the air, and thousands of sword Qi rained down like a storm.
Among the hundreds of men in black, their power ranged between Tier Six and Tier Seven. Such a lineup was quite formidable, but unfortunately for them, they encountered the God of Slaughter.
The name "God of Slaughter" was not for nothing; once the Bronze Sword was unleashed, it would not rest until it was stained with blood.
Sword Qi poured down like rain. Hundreds of men in black were ordered to wait here, intending to overwhelm Wang Xu and others with sheer numbers. Yet, they saw a man in a black robe leap into the air, and countless sword Qi poured down. The men in black were unable to react, pierced through by the chilling sword Qi.
"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"...
Once the sword Qi touched their bodies, it was like a small bomb, blowing the men in black apart. Those hit by multiple strikes didn’t even have bones left.
Instantly, the forest echoed with anguished wails.
Wang Xu calmly observed the scene before him, resembling Purgatory, with limbs flying and blood splattering—a bloody scene enough to make one nauseous. Yet, these men in black deserved it. They had already committed grave crimes, and after pledging allegiance to Thousand Poison Hand, they remained unrepentant, imprisoning Genius Battle Group members as slaves and feeding several girls to Willow Demon.
The guilt was overwhelming, and death was too lenient!
Once the God of Slaughter acted, the fury of a Tier Nine Peak warrior made all the men in black face death in terror and despair. Those lucky enough not to be struck by sword Qi tried to flee back to their headquarters for reinforcements, but before they could take more than two steps, a sword sound was heard from the sky, followed by a shadow pouncing down.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining men in black turned to dust.
"Go!" The God of Slaughter commanded, and everyone followed quickly, heading directly to Thousand Poison Hand’s headquarters.
With a loud crash, a massive iron gate shattered in response, and behind the neatly smooth cut was an ancient, unadorned Bronze Sword.
"Hahaha..." A burst of wild and arrogant laughter was heard.
Wang Xu focused his eyes and finally saw Thousand Poison Hand himself.
Thousand Poison Hand sat in the spacious hall with his hands resting on the sofa, looking at the intruding God of Slaughter and others with a mad look in his eyes.
"You’re quite something; even Willow Demon couldn’t keep you. But seeing your disheveled appearance, it’s truly pathetic. Pathetic!" Thousand Poison Hand laughed, his eyes filled with malice, "The old hounds at the Battle Group base have driven me to a dead end and put a bounty on me, letting battle groups one by one come to kill me.... And so what if they want to kill me? Am I not still alive now!"
"Hmph! A bunch of idiots! The old hounds decreed no use of Flying Battleships to complete the task, and you actually dared to break in hard. If that Flying Battleship bombarded this place, it would have been long gone, and you’ve all been played by the old hounds at the Battle Group base, haha!"
Thousand Poison Hand seemed insane, while Wang Xu and others remained calm, just watching him.
Indeed, if the Flying Battleship had bombed Demon’s Forest, Thousand Poison Hand would have been dead long ago, not swaggering like now.
However, the Battle Group base had clearly stipulated never to use the Flying Battleship for tasks, otherwise, it would be considered invalid.
The geniuses had pride and wanted to prove their strength, naturally following the rules without using a Flying Battleship.
"Talk is useless, you damned bastard! I must pierce you with three and six holes!" Dao Jian (Knife Point) angrily spoke, suddenly producing a bladeless weapon and moving forward, preparing to kill Thousand Poison Hand.
Thousand Poison Hand remained still, a cruel smile on his face.
Dao Jian, believing himself to be belittled by Thousand Poison Hand, was infuriated, but halfway there, he suddenly bent over, stumbled, and collapsed to the ground.
"What... what’s... going on?" Dao Jian suddenly found himself weak in all fours, unable to exert any force, his face flushed red.
Everyone was surprised, while Du Ci (Poison Thorn) changed his expression dramatically, shouting: "It’s ’Bone-Eroding Poison,’ hold your breath!"
But it was already too late.
Black Eye Battle Group members keeled over one by one, furious but unable to use any force.
"Clang!" The Bronze Sword was thrust into the ground, the God of Slaughter knelt on one knee, also poisoned by the Bone-Eroding Poison, unable to exert even one-tenth of his previous power.
"Haha..." Thousand Poison Hand laughed maniacally, "A bunch of fools. How could you detect my poison with these little tricks?"
Before entering, Poison Thorn specifically tested for toxins inside and found nothing unusual.
Thousand Poison Hand approached, a wide grin on his face: "How does it feel? This is my modified Bone-Eroding Poison, formless and tasteless, suspended in the air, and only I can walk freely under its effects."
Bone-Eroding Poison, also known as Soft-Bone Poison, rendered poisoned people’s bones soft, leaving them powerless and at the mercy of others.
Typically, the toxin of Bone-Eroding Poison wasn’t strong and had a pungent smell, making it easy to detect, but Thousand Poison Hand’s modified version was formless and tasteless, with a potency far stronger than before, weakening even a Tier Nine God of Slaughter by ninety percent.
Looking at the Black Eye Battle Group members on the ground staring angrily at him, to Thousand Poison Hand, they were no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Weren’t you just clamoring about taking me down? How do you feel now?" Thousand Poison Hand walked to Dao Jian, kicking him aside.
Thousand Poison Hand stepped on Dao Jian’s chest, making Dao Jian’s face even redder as he roared, "You despicable bastard! Have the courage to face me one-on-one, only a scoundrel uses such low tactics!"
Thousand Poison Hand completely ignored Dao Jian’s taunts, sauntering to the God of Slaughter’s side, shaking his head and saying, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, a Tier Nine Peak warrior, this is the first time I’ve seen a Tier Nine Peak warrior, but unfortunately, still a fool."
The God of Slaughter’s eyes sparked with killing intent, and he tried to stand up and slash at Thousand Poison Hand, but Thousand Poison Hand kicked out, sending the God of Slaughter crashing into the wall, powerless to resist.
The crowd exclaimed, unable to fight back, only able to curse Thousand Poison Hand verbally.
Thousand Poison Hand smiled wickedly, walking to Poison Thorn, pinching her chin: "Beauty, indeed a beauty. Look at these fiery figures. And that beauty over there, tonight I will surely bring you both to ecstasy, haha..."
The other beauty Thousand Poison Hand referred to was naturally Mei Ji.
Both sported faces full of anger but had no strength to muster.
Thousand Poison Hand laughed arrogantly, seemingly insane.
"I’ve been listening to you babble on, thinking you might have some high-level tricks, but it turns out you only have these subpar skills." Suddenly, a voice rang out as a figure slowly stood up.
How was he not poisoned?
Everyone was stunned.
Even Thousand Poison Hand was stunned.
"You... you weren’t poisoned?" Thousand Poison Hand seemed unable to believe that his masterpiece had failed.
Wang Xu smiled lightly: "Your little poison isn’t worth my concern."