Thousand Poisons for Killing Witches

"Playing me?"

Ye Chuan sneered. A dense, chaotic black mist instantly surged from his body, and the magical beast avatars he had subdued all transformed.

Surrounded by the black mist, Ye Chuan stood in the center, a mocking smile on his face.

"Oh? So, the formation you set up was meant to welcome me?"

At the same time, he waved his hand. The Human Emperor Banner, intertwined with golden light and black energy, suddenly appeared in mid-air, its fabric snapping loudly in the wind.

Then, a divine soul carrying the oppressive aura of the Ascension Realm was dragged out of the banner, bound by chains.

It was the divine soul of Perfected Wucang!

"Wucang?!"

The moment Wu Qiandu saw that divine soul, her pupils shrank sharply and she screamed involuntarily. The furious expression on her face instantly turned into sheer terror, and the hand holding her poison banner trembled madly.

"You... you actually refined Wucang?!"

Both she and Wucang were among the few surviving Ascension Realm mighty figures on the Profound Sky Continent. Having known each other for nearly ten thousand years, she knew Wucang's strength all too well.

Wu Qiandu only knew that Wucang had died and the Wutong Sacred Land had been destroyed, but she did not know the specific details.

Yet the scene before her clearly showed that his consciousness had been completely wiped out by Ye Chuan, refined into the artifact soul of the Human Emperor Banner!

A Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator had actually refined an Ascension Realm mighty figure into an artifact soul?!

"What else?" Ye Chuan summoned the demonic sword Beiyana. He had no intention of holding back; he was going to go all out.

"As for you, Patriarch Wu, you clearly saw Wucang's fate, yet you still dare to scheme against me. Should I call you brave, or just stupid?"

"Arrogant brat!!"

Provoked by these words, Wu Qiandu's eyes widened to the point of tearing. The terror in her heart was completely burned away by monstrous anger.

She had roamed the Four Great Divine Continents unchecked; when had she ever been so humiliated by a junior? Even knowing Ye Chuan's terrifying power now, it was absolutely impossible for her to surrender without a fight!

"Let me see exactly what kind of abilities you have!"

Wu Qiandu shouted angrily and formed hand seals. The dark green poisonous miasma around her instantly surged, sweeping out in all directions like a tsunami!

Her body gradually melted into the miasma, merging with the sky-filling poisonous fog. The entire hall was instantly filled with the viscous poisonous miasma. Even space itself was corroded by the poison, rippling finely and emitting an overwhelmed humming sound.

This was Wu Qiandu's natal domain, the Myriad Poison Soul-Corroding Domain!

She was able to establish a firm foothold among the Ascension Realm mighty figures not by relying on tyrannical combat power, but on this pervasive voodoo poison that could corrode divine souls!

This miasma was no ordinary mortal poison. It was a soul-corroding poison she had forged by using her own divine soul origin to refine nearly ten thousand kinds of ancient exotic poisons, blending them with Ascension Realm Dao principles. Even if one were tainted by just a sliver of it, their divine soul would be endlessly corroded!

Even an Ascension Realm mighty figure of the same level, once struck, would be left with permanent hidden injuries in their divine soul, forever losing the possibility of breaking through to the peak of the Ascension Realm. This was the fundamental reason why countless mighty figures on the Profound Sky Continent were unwilling to make an enemy of her.

"Let's see what you use to block this!"

Wu Qiandu's resentful roar echoed from within the poisonous miasma, and countless dark green poison threads swept toward Ye Chuan like venomous snakes!

Wherever they passed, even the air was corroded into nothingness. They vowed to corrode Ye Chuan, skin, bones, divine soul and all, into a puddle of pus!

But Ye Chuan stood in place, not moving an inch.

"You dare to show off this bit of trash poison?"

Ye Chuan softly spat out a few words: "Chaos Domain, open."

The moment his voice fell, boundless black chaotic mist instantly surged from his body, sweeping out in all directions like a tide, thoroughly enveloping the entire hall in an instant!

The instant the Chaos Domain expanded, the frantically sweeping poisonous miasma and poison threads were like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. They were instantly devoured clean by the chaotic mist. Not a single trace of toxin could even get within three feet of Ye Chuan!

The soul-corroding poison that Wu Qiandu was so proud of could not even stir up a tiny ripple in front of the Chaos Origin before being completely annihilated and purified.

The power of Chaos, the nemesis of all laws.

This bit of voodoo poison was no different from mud played with by children in his eyes.

"No... impossible!!"

With the poisonous miasma instantly devoured, Wu Qiandu's exclamation rang out from the chaotic mist, full of disbelief.

Her natal voodoo poison, upon which her life depended, had actually been broken by the other party so casually?!

And in the moment her mind was shaken, within the Chaos Domain, the chaos avatars that had long been waiting made their move.

Della, carrying the Hammer of Twilight, shuttled through the crowd like a phantom. Those disciples of the Myriad Poisons Sacred Land did not even have time to scream before they were smashed into a sky full of blood mist by the hammer, their divine souls burned clean by the chaotic flames!

The two Supreme Elders at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm had just tried to circulate their spiritual energy to resist when they were tightly bound by two chaotic chains. They did not even have the chance to self-destruct before their physical bodies and divine souls were forcibly crushed by the power of Chaos, leaving not a single trace behind.

In just a few short breaths of time.

In the massive hall, aside from Ye Chuan and the divine soul of Perfected Wucang locked inside the Human Emperor Banner, only Wu Qiandu, who was tightly trapped by the Chaos Domain, remained. Not a single other living soul was left.

It was truly like slaughtering chickens and dogs, without expending the slightest effort.

"Despicable!! Ye Chuan! You despicable villain!!"

Watching the people she had brought be instantly slaughtered to the last, Wu Qiandu trembled with anger and screamed harshly.

"If you have the skill, fight me one-on-one! What kind of hero uses such sinister methods?!"

"Sinister?" Ye Chuan acted as if he had heard a massive joke. He walked slowly toward her, the Chaos Domain continuously shrinking, compressing Wu Qiandu's space to move smaller and smaller.

"When you secretly set up a poison formation just now, trying to trap and kill me here, why didn't you call yourself despicable?"

"The cultivation world is a place where the strong prey on the weak. Since you were prepared to kill people and steal their treasures, you should have the resolve to be killed." Ye Chuan's voice turned icy, with not a shred of pity in his eyes.

"What? You are allowed to scheme against me, but I am not allowed to fight back? Where in the world is there such logic?"

"You!!" Wu Qiandu was rendered speechless, but the chill in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

She clearly felt that in front of the Chaos Domain, her own domain was being devoured bit by bit, and her Dao principles were constantly being crushed. She could not even unleash ten percent of her full cultivation base at this moment.

She finally understood how exactly Perfected Wucang had fallen into the hands of this junior.

This was no Tribulation Transcendence Realm junior at all; this was a monster wearing human skin!

"Wucang! You and I have known each other for ten thousand years. If we join forces, we can definitely break this bizarre domain of his!" Wu Qiandu grew desperate, turning her head to roar at Perfected Wucang's divine soul inside the Human Emperor Banner.

"Do you want to be refined into an artifact soul by him for the rest of your life, never to be reincarnated for all eternity?! Join forces with me to kill him, and I will help you reforge your physical body!!"

But Perfected Wucang's divine soul only numbly lifted its eyes. There was not a single ripple in his gaze, only the absolute obedience branded into him by the Human Emperor Banner.

Ye Chuan tilted his head. "Old thing, show her a trick. Let her see whose man you are now."

As his voice fell, Perfected Wucang's divine soul instantly moved!

Even though he had been refined into an artifact soul, his Ascension Realm power was still there!

The golden-red Parasol Holy Fire instantly surged, carrying the terrifying momentum of incinerating the heavens and boiling the seas as it viciously smashed toward Wu Qiandu!

This strike condensed Wucang's lifelong Parasol Dao principles, and it also carried the monstrous hatred of being refined into an artifact soul. Every move was a desperate attempt to take the enemy down with him!

"Are you crazy?! Wucang!!"

Wu Qiandu's eyes widened in fury and terror. She could only hastily circulate her poisonous miasma to defend herself, but her cultivation had already been suppressed by ninety percent by the Chaos Domain. Caught off guard by Wucang's hateful strike, her defenses were instantly shattered by the Parasol Holy Fire. The flames burned her body, causing her to let out a shrill, agonizing scream.

And in the moment she staggered, Ye Chuan moved.

He teleported over, raising the Chaos Demon Sword high in his hand, aiming straight for her divine soul.

"It's over. Killing you is as easy as slaughtering a chicken or a dog."

Ye Chuan spoke calmly, bringing the sword down!

There was no earth-shattering boom, no flashy divine abilities. Just an ordinary-looking black sword light that instantly tore through space and struck Wu Qiandu.

The moment the sword light fell, the poisonous miasma, Dao principles, and domain surrounding Wu Qiandu were instantly cleaved in half, as fragile as paper.

Her body stiffened in place. She looked down at the smooth sword mark on her chest, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

Her proud witchcraft poison, the Dao principles she had cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, her Ascension Realm origin—in the face of this sword, everything was completely crushed and devoured, leaving no room for resistance.

"No... I'm not willing... I cultivated for nearly ten thousand years... I'm not willing..."

"Why aren't you afraid of my poison..."

Wu Qiandu let out a despairing wail as her body, along with her divine soul, was slowly reduced to nothingness under the devouring power of the Chaos sword light.

Ye Chuan raised his hand and waved. The Human Emperor Flag instantly flew out, its chains accurately wrapping around her soon-to-dissipate divine soul, forcefully dragging it into the flag's surface!

[Absorbed Ascension Realm divine soul, magical treasure amplifies host's attributes by +999%]

The grand hall returned to tranquility, leaving only a floor covered in bloodstains and empty white jade shelves. Not a trace of poisonous miasma remained.

Ye Chuan glanced at his Human Emperor Flag, where Wu Qiandu's divine soul floated numbly.