Chapter 133: The Venom of the Serpent King (Please Subscribe!)

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Unexpectedly, the Ancient King Pan possessed such formidable strength; it seemed his understanding of this figure had been insufficiently profound. Although currently only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, his mastery was such that even a peak Great Luo cultivator would hesitate to face him.

Hong Yun, observing the scene from within the grand hall, was filled with astonishment. Setting aside Gui Che, whose cultivation had reached the late Great Luo stage and who rarely met a worthy opponent—the fluctuations in his aura seemed somewhat off, yet did not diminish his might. Adding Ying Zhao, Jiu Ying, and Bi Fang—all hardly benign characters—their combined assault, though without fully revealing their trump cards, still failed to overwhelm him. This alone attested to his true power.

What remained uncertain was how far this battle might extend... Yet what he witnessed today was enough to serve as a warning. For a tenacious, carefree immortal like Ancient King Pan, the demon clans sought to overpower him, especially those younger and weaker.

Still, was it truly unnecessary for him to intervene? The current situation appeared quite unfavorable for King Pan. As Hong Yun pondered this, the Nine-Nine Red Cloud Soul-Dispersing Gourd hanging at his waist seemed to sense his intent, trembling slightly.

Seeing this, he gently patted it to calm it, his gaze growing deep once more as he turned to watch the outside scene.

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Outside.

Ancient King Pan remained atop the Desert Domain Python. The enormous serpent shifted slightly; with a crisp sound, its heavy discarded skin fell, dispelling the flames unleashed by Bi Fang. Though lifeless, the python's remains had been refined by King Pan into the grand hall itself, its spiritual intelligence preserved uniquely. Its snake eyes fixed intently on Bi Fang in the sky, the serpent’s core exposed, tense and ready.

The atmosphere was charged, as if a battle of wills hung in the balance.

“Ancient King Pan truly is formidable, able to withstand the combined assault of the four of us,” Jiu Ying said with a peculiar smile.

“Let’s have another round and see just how much skill you can display!”

From his heads emerged singular horns, nine in total, all glowing brightly. Accompanied by piercing shrieks, his figure grew taller, as if stirring a tempest, and a boundless flood swept forward. On the watery surface, flames, lightning, and poisonous attacks spread relentlessly toward their foe.

Ancient King Pan, seeing this, urged the Desert Domain Python beneath him. The serpent’s form swelled and lifted, transforming into a grand hall. From it flowed multicolored poisonous energy, crashing downward.

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Flames enveloped them, thunder roared, and the grand hall trembled loudly, yet it held its course. Jiu Ying gasped, shrouding himself in mist to barely block the hall’s assault.

In an instant, the hall reverted into the Desert Domain Python, which lunged to constrict.

Ancient King Pan paid no heed to the battle between Jiu Ying and the python. Drawing a deep breath, a dharma image appeared behind him: a giant with four heads, eight arms, and eyes covering his body, encircled by the five poisons.

He raised his hand, summoning the Pan King Cauldron. From the ground, he drew in the waves of the lake, shaking slightly as it transformed into a fetid, poisonous water.

Even Jiu Ying, possessing some affinity for the poison path, recoiled in alarm, unwilling to touch the toxic liquid.

The surrounding Great Luo demon cultivators who had formed formations were washed by the poison water, extinguishing the foundational runes of their arrays. In the scramble, many hastily raised their spiritual treasures to block it; those without the twenty-four restrictions wailed under the onslaught.

Ying Zhao, seeing this, immediately brandished his refined iron staff to defend. The staff expanded against the wind, his aura growing dense and heavy.

Unexpectedly, upon contact, his expression shifted slightly, and he withdrew the precious innate spiritual treasure.

“Ancient King Pan’s skill is remarkable, able to corrupt the spirit of a supreme innate treasure!”

With a grand sweep, King Pan’s dharma body grasped the cauldron, smiling darkly:

“Though thirty-six restrictions define a supreme treasure, countless such treasures shattered during the calamity—what’s so extraordinary about that?”

Ying Zhao said nothing in response but silently spread his wings as his tiger-striped markings began to ripple.

“Bi Fang, you and Jiu Ying cut down that little serpent. I’ll duel this old fellow!”

Gui Che’s demonic power flared, feathers scattering as he formed a small dharma domain. The sound of ghostly wails echoed from his Fang Tian Hua Ji (Halberd), shimmering with endless flowing light, his nine eyes gleaming with excitement.

Boom—

Ancient King Pan, seeing his opponent ignite their demonic power, wore a solemn expression. Though he had reached the mid-Great Luo stage, even at its peak, he had yet to cross a certain threshold.

“Then let us duel!”

His expression hardened. Releasing the Pan King Cauldron from his grasp, it silently positioned itself before his dharma image, his eight arms pressing together in prayer as he seated himself. His dharma domain silently expanded, suffused with a faint trace of compassion.

“My path is the great poison dao, supported by the cycles of the five elements, life and death, growth and decay. I cultivate eight hundred minor paths, mastering the transformations of vitality—the light of Great Luo...”

Gui Che’s figure trembled, and under his shadow, ten heads appeared.

His shadow domain emerged first, gradually linking the scattered fragments of his own domain. With a forceful swing, his Fang Tian Hua Ji extended hundreds of feet, hammering into the center of this domain.

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The two domains met steadily, instantly eroding and melting into one another.

“There are five insects in Heaven and Earth: scales, feathers, and wings of insects. I am among them, becoming one with the dao!”

“You may be one with the dao, but this dao is incomplete. Though present, it is not truly one!”

Ancient King Pan formed hand seals and gently stirred. The poisonous water on the ground evaporated, turning back into raindrops.

“This place is a cycle of endless renewal!”

“So what? As long as the power is strong enough, one can break through it!”

The nine heads all cried out in unison, their voices penetrating with a force that sapped willpower.

King Pan’s dark robe reflected an impenetrable black light, blocking the assault.

Elsewhere, the Desert Domain Python opened its massive maw. From it emerged a mid-Great Luo Partridge-Beast Bull Toad, settling atop the serpent’s head.

Poison gas rose from its body, its tongue powerful beyond measure. Bi Fang dove repeatedly, only to be repelled each time.

“King Pan’s arsenal is stronger than ours. Though I hold a supreme innate treasure with thirty-six restrictions, it is utterly powerless against him!”

Bi Fang waved his feather fan, releasing a scorching flame that the Desert Domain Python’s innate power swallowed.

The clash sounded like iron striking stone. Even when space was broken and the foe teleported inside, the opponent rolled and emerged unscathed.

“Next time, we should summon Qin Yuan, Ji Meng, and Fei Lian to join forces. They would be more effective in restraining him.”

“Next time? There won’t be a next time!”

Jiu Ying, hearing Ying Zhao’s words, seemed to perceive something. He looked toward Gui Che and King Pan’s dharma domain, his voice tinged with helplessness:

“We cannot break him. After the Sage’s discourse, only the two Demon Emperors intervening might stand a chance.

Moreover, a comrade has arrived.”

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