C10 Poison Dragon Technique

When the elders of the Grand One Holy Land heard Zhao Xiaoqi announce someone's arrival, they exchanged puzzled glances, having heard nothing themselves. Yet, recognizing the individual's formidable strength, they refrained from questioning and simply waited.

Soon after, Loong San and his companions detected the whoosh of something speeding through the air, and a dark figure came into view, soaring from a distance. Clearly, another powerhouse who had transcended the Rebirth Realm.

As the figure drew near, they discerned two people, dressed identically to the Rakshasa Sect members previously defeated.

"Rakshasa Sect."

Number Two approached and surveyed the aftermath of the battle—the toppled trees, the fissured earth, the mountain peak reduced to half its size—all testament to the fierce conflict that had recently taken place. He searched but found no sign of Twenty-seven or Thirteen.

It dawned on Number Two that among these individuals, not only had someone destroyed his Rakshasa Token, but they had also caused the downfall of Thirteen and Twenty-seven.

While he was contemplating this, someone exposed his identity. Following the voice, Number Two's gaze landed on a young man who stood boldly before him. The youth, clearly the speaker, was not clad in the Grand One Holy Land's attire. After a brief glance, Number Two dismissed him and fixed his attention on the Holy Land's elders.

"Grand One Holy Land, by shattering my Rakshasa Token and slaying my disciples, you've sealed your fate for destruction."

"You insolent youth, our Grand One Holy Land was once the pinnacle sect of the East Continent. The Rakshasa Sect cannot simply decree our end," retorted an elder from the Grand One Holy Land, his eyes blazing with indignation. The disciples behind him glared at Number Two, their loyalty to the Holy Land deep-rooted from years of upbringing, leaving no room for such disrespect.

"Humph..." Number Two scoffed, "But that was in the past. The Grand One Holy Land has long since declined, clinging to delusions of grandeur. Pitiful, really."

"You..."

"Spare me the idle talk. You've destroyed my Rakshasa Token and killed my disciples. Hand over the Divine Dragon Blood Essence and make amends for my losses. I'll grant you a swift end."

Number Two cast an impatient glance at the disciples of the Grand One Holy Land below, seemingly oblivious to the fact that one individual had been observing him with a calm demeanor all along.

"Did he just mention his Rakshasa Token?"

"Yes, he did."

"The Yang Token that was just destroyed... wasn't that Number Two's magical instrument from the Rakshasa Sect?"

"Oh, indeed. Could he be Number Two?"

"No way. What would Number Two be doing here?"

"Perhaps he's after the Divine Dragon Blood Essence?"

"That makes sense. But what do we do now? Number Two is among the top masters of the East Continent, even more formidable than the Holy Lord."

"Are we doomed then?"

"Perhaps the Young Master will have a solution." Overhearing the hushed conversations of the Grand One Holy Land's disciples, Loong San's fear grew, and he couldn't help but gaze at Zhao Xiaoqi with hopeful eyes.

Upon hearing Loong San's words, the disciples of the Grand One Holy Land turned their expectant gazes to Zhao Xiaoqi, silently wishing for him to work another miracle.

"Is the Rakshasa Token yours?"

As Zhao Xiaoqi listened to the disciples speculate about the presence of a top expert from the East Continent, his interest was piqued. He had been eager to gauge his own battle prowess, but so far, none of the challengers had been up to par. He hoped this individual would prove worthy of his reputation.

"You dare to ask me after destroying my Rakshasa Token?" Number Two fumed, his veins bulging with rage as his oppressive aura spread far and wide.

Zhao Xiaoqi, seemingly unaffected by Number Two's fearsome aura, chuckled lightly and responded with composure, "No need to get angry. I'm just verifying your identity. After all, attacking the wrong person would be such a waste of time."

Witnessing Zhao Xiaoqi's cool demeanor in the face of an adversary who could unnerve the elders, Tang Xin's heart pounded with admiration for his strength in this moment.

"Die!"

Unable to contain his fury any longer, Number Two lashed out in a fit of rage.

In the Rakshasa Sect, where rank was determined by strength, Number Two had an arsenal of techniques at his disposal. He was not only adept in the art of puppetry but also a master of lethal poisons. His practiced technique, the Poison Dragon Technique, could unleash a toxic fog that would envelop everything within a hundred miles, sparing no life.

Enraged by Zhao Xiaoqi, Number Two recklessly activated the Poison Dragon Technique, causing a fog to materialize around him.

Zhao Xiaoqi was clueless about the fog, but the members of the Grand One Holy Land recognized it immediately. Even those who hadn't seen it before had heard of its reputation. As the fog began to envelop them, they were struck with terror and hastily erected their protective shields.

Alas, the fog from the Poison Dragon Technique proved too formidable.

The protective shields of the Grand One Holy Land's disciples shattered like paper, leaving those with weaker cultivation levels to collapse, poisoned, while the stronger ones struggled to endure.

Having utilized the body painstakingly refined by Faang Hee, Zhao Xiaoqi couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort.

This was the reason for his leniency towards the Grand One Holy Land founded by Faang Hee. Now, witnessing the disciples succumbing to the ground, exhibiting signs of poisoning, he instinctively began to channel his own power.

Boom!

An overwhelming force erupted, awakening the dormant energy within his bloodline.

Behind Zhao Xiaoqi, a towering Great Sun Clouded Tree emerged, its vastness eclipsing the sky.

Beneath the Clouded Tree sat a Human Emperor, with the Golden Wing Roc in his left hand and the Divine Dragon coiling in his right, nearly filling the heavens.

The Clouded Tree lived up to its divine status. Upon contact with Number Two's poison fog, it radiated a holy light that purified the mist within its reach. This divine light shielded Zhao Xiaoqi, rendering him impervious to the toxic vapors.

Realizing the potency of the Divine Clouded Tree, Zhao Xiaoqi expanded the reach of the holy light, enveloping the disciples of the Grand One Holy Land, Loong San, and the others, before ceasing his efforts.

With the poison fog neutralized, Number Two withdrew his noxious emissions and scrutinized Zhao Xiaoqi.

Yet, no matter how he looked, he saw only a young human who had recently embarked on the path of cultivation, with no apparent anomalies. The true marvel was the tree standing behind the youth.

Such an extraordinary tree, capable of enabling a novice in cultivation to withstand his poison fog, was undeniably a precious rarity. A flicker of covetousness glinted in Number Two's eyes.

"Surrender the artifact, and I'll spare you a whole corpse," came the ultimatum.

"What if I refuse?"

"Then you can't fault me for what happens next. I have no qualms about killing for treasure," Number Two declared, bracing for combat.

"Let's see about that," Zhao Xiaoqi retorted and lunged at Number Two.

Harnessing his power, the Golden Roc's speed surged beyond its usual limits. In the span of a single breath, Zhao Xiaoqi was upon Number Two, delivering a deceptively simple punch.

Witnessing the blistering pace, Number Two realized his grave underestimation. No longer taking Zhao Xiaoqi's attack lightly, he scrambled to evade the incoming blow.