Chapter 847: Striking the Snake at its Seven-Inch Weak Point
The potent poison concocted by Feng Xiao was colorless and odorless, making it impossible to guard against. However, it also possessed a single flaw: it required a certain amount of time to take effect.
Yang Haoran was in no rush to act. His sole aim was for the couple to inhale more of the potent poison. Once the time was right, and the venom erupted within their bodies, dealing with them would become significantly easier.
To successfully stall the two and prevent them from discovering that their protective barrier had already shattered, Yang Haoran used their son as leverage. This not only captivated the couple's attention but also allowed him to extort a hefty sum from them – truly killing two birds with one stone.
“So, you were stalling for time,” the man uttered, his voice heavy. “You waited for the potent poison within our bodies to take effect, ensuring you’d have a greater chance of victory against us. ”
The man spoke in a deep voice, then mobilized the Star Spirit Power within him, seizing the opportunity to forcefully expel the poison. Yet, no sooner had he begun to channel his Star Spirit Power than a mouthful of black blood spewed from his lips.
He had been poised to strike at Yang Haoran and his companions, but upon realizing he had been poisoned again, he dared not make another move. Any action on his part would only accelerate the poison's spread, inflicting even greater damage upon his physical body.
Thus, he not only refrained from attacking but instead spoke these words to Yang Haoran, hoping to buy himself and his wife a little more time. Even if they couldn’t completely expel the potent poison, they needed to at least suppress it, lest their situation become truly dire.
The potent poison he had ingested this time was far more virulent than the last. Moreover, at this moment, neither his physical body nor his internal strength could compare to their previous state, causing the venom raging within him to feel incredibly recalcitrant.
Xu Meijing harbored precisely this thought. As the man’s voice faded, she raised her Killing Blade, intending to first eliminate the woman, who clearly had only a few breaths left. Once the woman was gone, the remaining man, unable to stand alone, would be even simpler to dispatch.
However, just as Xu Meijing prepared to make her move, Yang Haoran stopped her.
“Xu. . . er, Xiaojing, just a moment please,” Yang Haoran began, “I still have a few things to say. ”
Yang Haoran had originally intended to call Xu Meijing by her given name, but recalling her prior displeasure regarding that matter, he instantly corrected himself, adopting a different form of address.
While Xu Meijing evinced no displeasure at Yang Haoran’s new address, his intervention itself was met with profound discontent.
“Strike when they’re weak, take their lives when they’re ailing. Surely, you understand this principle, so why continue to dally with him? ”
Though she spoke thus, Xu Meijing nonetheless retracted her blade, watching the couple with a vigilant expression.
Yang Haoran merely smiled, offering Xu Meijing no explanation. For in the moments to come, she would understand that his seemingly endless chatter was, in fact, an invisible, piercing blade!
With a smile plastered across his face, he fixed his gaze upon the man who was silently, imperceptibly, attempting to expel the poison.
“Senior,” Yang Haoran began, “your assessment just now was only partly correct. If, in your esteemed eyes, this junior’s objective is limited to that, then you truly underestimate me. ”
The man, currently in the throes of expelling the poison, felt his heart sink at Yang Haoran’s words. A premonition, far grimmer than any he’d experienced before, surged within him.
“What do you mean by that? ”
The man asked in a deep voice, while Yang Haoran smiled and gave his reply.
“Heh heh, Senior, perhaps you should take a look at your son first. ”
The man’s expression flickered. He hastily retrieved the Soul-Gathering Bead he had just stored in his spatial pouch, carefully scrutinizing the wandering Soul Thread within.
Yang Haoran snapped his fingers, and the Soul-Gathering Bead in the man’s grasp trembled faintly. The soul within it, seemingly startled, began to dart wildly around the orb.
The man had assumed Yang Haoran was employing some trick on his son’s soul, intending to destroy it at that very moment. But the scene that unfolded next utterly dumbfounded him.
He had guessed wrong, but the outcome was even more unacceptable to him.
He watched as the Soul Thread within the Soul-Gathering Bead morphed into a human face—a face, however, that was utterly unfamiliar to him, not the one he knew at all.
No matter how foolish the man might be, he understood at this moment that he had been ensnared. The Soul-Gathering Bead Yang Haoran had given him was genuine, and the soul within it was also real; it simply wasn’t his son’s soul at all!
The man trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot. With a furious squeeze, he shattered the Soul-Gathering Bead in his hand. The soul within, sensing mortal danger, let out a piercing shriek, but before it could escape the fractured orb, he crushed it into utter soul transformation.
Yang Haoran made no move to save the soul. In his estimation, the individual was deserving of death; even if it hadn’t suffered soul transformation here today, it would have been refined into a Soul Pill by him eventually.
Upon seeing her husband shatter the Soul-Gathering Bead, not even sparing the soul within, the woman froze, her mind seemingly abandoning her body.
When she came to her senses, she immediately wailed loudly at her husband!
“What are you doing! Why would you destroy our child’s soul! ! ! ”
Before the man could even respond to his wife, rage surged through him, and he once again spewed a mouthful of black blood.
“That wasn’t our son’s soul! Yang Haoran, that beast, he played us! ”
After spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, the man offered his explanation. The woman, already exceedingly frail, heard his words, and her mental fortitude shattered instantly. A torrent of black blood erupted from her lips, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into unconsciousness, plummeting from the air like a bird with a broken wing.
In the very instant the woman’s body began its descent, before the man could even extend a helping hand, a streak of black light struck her, not only shattering the protective barrier that shielded her from the potent poison but also piercing directly through her body.
The woman’s falling body was cleaved in two, severed at the waist by this sudden streak of black light. This very light was none other than Yang Haoran’s Soul Armament, Remnant Moon.
“No! ! ! ”
A gut-wrenching roar tore from the man’s throat. Throughout this life-and-death struggle, he had been by turns exhilarated, disappointed, grief-stricken, and furious. Now, having personally witnessed his wife severed at the waist, subjected to such intense, successive stimuli, his mind too fractured in that instant. His brain went utterly blank, followed immediately by a wave of crushing dizziness.
Great gouts of black blood spewed from the man’s mouth, yet he registered not the slightest sensation, nor did he even notice the fact. With his mind utterly shattered, he instantly succumbed to madness!
“Yang Haoran! I will absolutely kill you today! ! ! ”
The man, hair dishevelled, charged madly towards Yang Haoran. At that moment, he completely disregarded the potent poison raging within him. In his mind, only a single voice roared and echoed ceaselessly: kill Yang Haoran!
Greeting him was the concerted assault of Yang Haoran, Xu Meijing, and Ye Zhiqiu.
When the man had first been poisoned, his physical body had sustained a certain degree of damage. Later, during his combat with Xu Meijing, though he had consistently suppressed her, he had still incurred some injuries.
The second poisoning compounded his injuries, and while it hadn’t yet reduced him to an arrow at the end of its flight, his wounds were undoubtedly growing more severe.
Yet, even then, he still possessed the strength to fight.
However, Yang Haoran’s sequence of maneuvers caused his spirit to fracture, plunging him into utter madness. He not only ceased to care about the potent poison within his body but even launched an all-out assault on Yang Haoran, abandoning all defense for pure offense.
With this all-out assault, the potent poison within him rapidly proliferated, savagely destroying his body, while the combined attacks of Xu Meijing and Ye Zhiqiu inflicted fatal blows upon him.
As for Yang Haoran, he would at times evade, at times defend, and at times exploit openings to land a swift strike. In mere dozens of seconds, the man’s head was severed by Xu Meijing’s blade, and black blood erupted like a geyser.
In less than a minute, the man was beheaded, and the woman severed at the waist. Yang Haoran and his two companions, who had initially been at a disadvantage and seemingly on the brink of total annihilation, had astonishingly turned the tables and secured victory. Their final dispatch of the two Demon Hunters was even remarkably effortless.
In all of this, Yang Haoran had played a pivotal role, especially his insidious tactics, which were indeed the crucial element of the entire process!
Watching the man’s corpse plummet rapidly downwards, Yang Haoran smiled faintly, speaking softly.
“While I haven’t had the chance to test the might of my second Soul Armament,” he mused, “it’s still a good thing to have resolved these two troublesome individuals so effortlessly in the final stretch. ”
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