Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 834 Triple Kill

The man's panic deepened, his hands flailing in the air as if trying to cast some sort of defensive technique. Yet in my domain, everything he attempted was futile. Every movement, every desperate reach for his Qi backfired, sending blood spraying from his nostrils and eyes. His face, now a mask of pure horror, contorted as he struggled against the inevitable.

"Quite an interesting domain, don't you think?" I asked casually, holding the Soul Sealing Stake, the dark energy pulsing through it in rhythm with my heartbeat. "This stake has seen countless souls suffer under its influence. And now, it will mark your end."

I raised my arm, and just as I was about to bring down the Soul Sealing Stake into his chest, something unexpected happened. The man's body shuddered, then twisted unnaturally. In a moment, his entire form warped into something else—a wooden doll. Life had already been drained from it, and he was no longer human.

"What the—" I muttered as the whole domain collapsed around me, vanishing into thin air without a fight. The target had perished, but not in the way I had anticipated.

As the strange transformation took place, I stepped back, my eyes quickly scanning the battlefield for answers. Just as I exited my domain, I saw her—a bloodied, gasping figure in the distance, her face familiar but distorted by agony.

It was the Death Widow, and next to her was the same person I had trapped earlier.

She was barely clinging to life, her body trembling, her blood-soaked clothes clinging to her as she leaned heavily on the one I had left incapacitated.

"What sort of domain… can make a pseudo-Heaven Stage… suffer such a backlash?" she choked, her voice barely audible, her breath labored as if every word drained her.

I approached slowly, my focus split between her and the others battling in the distance. The Cryptic Sun and the Wisest Sun were still engaged in their lethal dance, each maneuver and counter too intricate for the untrained eye to follow. They were playing a game of life and death, and the Cryptic Sun was beginning to crack under the pressure.

His formations were unraveling, faltering against the sheer mastery of the Wisest Sun, whose fingers moved with unfathomable speed—flicking, pulling, and plucking at the fabric of reality.

Occasionally, the Wisest Sun would toss one of my cubes into the fray, disrupting the Cryptic Sun's plans, each cube dismantling portions of the enemy's formation. The Cryptic Sun was forced to retreat further and further, his advantage slipping away like sand through his fingers. The cubes didn't break the entirety of his structures, but they unraveled enough to weaken the base.

And without a solid foundation, everything crumbled.

Meanwhile, the Blue Sun was flying like a comet, her body still humming with the force of her own hammer strike. Her expression was a mix of fury and satisfaction. She had endured the full brunt of her own attack, and now, that rage was being funneled directly into her next target—the short-statured cultivator who had dared to challenge her.

My mind raced, a plan forming. I locked eyes with the Blue Sun, her hammer glowing with untapped energy as she approached her opponent.

"Don't stop swinging your hammer, no matter what happens!" I sent her a message through my divine sense.

She didn't question it. Trusting me implicitly, she surged forward, her hammer already mid-swing.

I reached into my holding bag, pulling out a small, spherical cannister. I bit down on its valve, releasing a cloud of poison into the interior, filling it with a concentrated version of the same venom that the bastard had used on me earlier. I twisted the canister's timer, setting it to blow just half a second later.

The Blue Sun appeared in front of the short-statured cultivator, her hammer moving faster than light. In a panicked shout, the man yelled, "Transfer!"

But I was faster.

With a flash of thought, I activated the Heaven Swapping Ring, swapping places with him in the blink of an eye. One second, I stood several yards away—now I was directly in front of the Blue Sun's hammer.

She didn't hesitate. Trusting me completely, she swung her hammer true. The shockwave of her blow rattled my bones, but I was already gone.

In that same fraction of a second, I swapped places again—this time, with the man standing next to the Death Widow.

The man, who had barely begun to understand what was happening, found himself standing directly in the path of the Blue Sun's unstoppable hammer. His eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening to scream—but there wasn't time. The hammer struck with the force of a mountain, obliterating him instantly. Read new chapters at empire

Blood and viscera sprayed across the battlefield, his body torn apart before he even realized what had happened.

The shockwave from the blow was so powerful, it lit up the entire second level of the Dark Garden, a resounding explosion that shook the very core of the earth.

As for me, I was already standing next to the Death Widow, my hand still gripping the Soul Sealing Stake. Her eyes, full of terror and disbelief, met mine as I brought the stake down into her temple.

If it had been a normal sword or weapon, it wouldn't have even scratched her skin. But the Soul Sealing Stake was something else entirely. Forged from the darkest depths of the Darkest Sun's own techniques, it carried the weight of his most horrendous tortures and enslavement arts.

The stake sank into her head easily, turning her mind to mush in a matter of seconds. She didn't even have time to scream, her thoughts collapsing into a black void of endless torment.

And then, as if in response to my actions, the Primordial Serpent God stirred within me. Without needing to speak, it understood my intent. Slowly, deliberately, it unfurled itself from my arm, growing larger and larger until its colossal form loomed over the broken body of the Death Widow.

The serpent's jaws opened wide, revealing the endless void within its mouth—a maw that seemed to stretch into infinity. It consumed her whole, swallowing her into its stomach, where she would suffer for eternity, trapped in an endless cycle of torment, never to escape.

The Primordial Serpent God's hunger sated, it slithered back into my body, leaving no trace of the Death Widow behind.

Meanwhile, the man who had used his transfer ability was still reeling from the explosion. The poison had covered him head to toe, seeping into his skin and bones. He tried desperately to transfer the damage back to me, but I wasn't in contact with him anymore. His talisman had failed, and the poison was already spreading through his veins like wildfire.

The irony wasn't lost on him as his body convulsed, his skin melting from his bones. He had used the same poison that had no antidote, and now he was the one paying the price.

As he fell to the ground, his eyes locked onto mine one last time, filled with disbelief and horror. And then, just like that, he was gone.

Three pseudo-Heaven Stage cultivators. All eliminated.

The battlefield grew eerily silent for a moment as the dust settled. The Blue Sun, her hammer still humming with energy, glanced at me with a smirk.

"That was… satisfying," she said, her voice echoing through the now-quiet space.

I let out a long breath, and my muscles finally relaxed after the chaos. "Yeah. That was something."

But there was no time to celebrate. I turned my attention back to the Cryptic Sun, who was still engaged in his desperate battle against the Wisest Sun.

The Cryptic Sun's face was a mask of frustration. His formations, no matter how complex or intricate, were being dismantled one after another. The cubes continued their work, learning and adapting with each passing moment, breaking apart his strategies at their core.

"You can't keep up," the Wisest Sun said calmly, his fingers moving in a blur as he manipulated the Laws of the world with practiced ease. "You were never going to win this."

The Cryptic Sun's eyes flickered with desperation, but even he knew it was over. With a final, defeated sigh, he stopped. His formations fizzled out, leaving him standing there, vulnerable and exposed.

"Do you yield?" the Wisest Sun asked, his tone gentle but firm.

For a moment, it looked as though the Cryptic Sun might fight on. His hands twitched, ready to summon one last formation, but then he saw the look in the Wisest Sun's eyes. It wasn't just power—it was inevitability.

There was no escape.

The Cryptic Sun lowered his hands. "I yield."

Yield? Nah, that's never happening. Not with that guy.

Especially after that creepy ass smile that popped up the moment a ringing sound echoed through the Dark Garden. The whole area began vibrating anew as I felt an energy far too disturbing echoing through the entire area.

Something big was happening... and I didn't like it what so ever.