Zhang Du's poison techniques were unique and insidious. Yang Hen felt his strength being constantly weakened, and his attack speed became sluggish. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Du attacked with a move called "Snake Emerging from its Cave," which struck Yang Hen directly in the chest, sending him flying dozens of meters.
Yang, panting heavily, exclaimed, "That guy, he's despicable!"
Yang Hen's eyes flashed with anger and resentment, but his body was no longer under his control. Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Du stepped forward and struck Yang Hen's back with a poisonous palm. The poison instantly spread throughout his body, and Yang Hen let out a painful howl before collapsing to the ground.
Zhang Du sneered, "You've lost, Yang Hen. This is the power of my poison."
Yang Hen lay on the ground, trembling; he was no longer able to fight. Zhang Du stood beside him, watching him triumphantly; he knew he had won.
Zhang Du said triumphantly, "From now on, I, Zhang Du, will be third on the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends List!"
Yang closed his eyes in anger. Although he had lost, his fighting spirit still burned within him. He vowed that he would get his revenge sooner or later and make Zhang Du pay the price.
A sinister smile played on Du's face. He had no mercy for Yang Hen and only wanted to eliminate him completely. The short blade in his hand gleamed coldly, like the scythe of death, as it thrust towards Yang Hen's throat.
Zhang Du said viciously, "Stop talking nonsense, Yang Hen. Today is your death day!"
Yang Hen felt the shadow of death looming over him, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately begged for mercy.
Yang pleaded desperately, "Zhang Du, I've lost! I admit defeat! Please let me go, I promise I'll never bother you again!"
Yang Hen's voice trembled, and his hands gripped the soil tightly, as if trying to merge himself into the earth and find hope for life.
Zhang Du was ruthless: "Let you go? Ha, do you think I would believe you? If I let you go so easily, how could I, Zhang Du, be worthy of the title of third on the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends List?"
Zhang Du's words were filled with cruelty and mockery; he had no intention of giving Yang Hen any chance. The short blade in his hand drew ever closer to Yang Hen's throat, the aura of death filling the air.
Yang cried out in despair, "Zhang Du, you can't do this! I beg you!"
However, Zhang Du didn't give Yang Hen a chance at all, and thrust the short blade in his hand toward Yang Hen.
With a flash of blood, Yang Hen was instantly stained with blood!
Qin Ze stood on the broad back of the golden crane, hovering high in the blue sky thousands of meters above the ground, his gaze indifferent and composed. From this height, he looked down at the earth below, witnessing all the changes brought about by the revival of spiritual energy.
With the resurgence of spiritual energy, ordinary people have embarked on the path of cultivation, but many lack a firm resolve. Faced with the temptation of power, many have resorted to any means necessary, abandoning their original morality and kindness.
Qin Ze muttered coldly to himself: "Human hearts are unpredictable, and the allure of power always makes people lose their reason."
He deeply understood that the revival of spiritual energy brought infinite possibilities, but also accompanied the distortion of human nature.
Zhang Du thought victory was within reach, but just as he reached out to pick the spirit fruit, a white shadow suddenly rose into the air from not far away. It was a huge white wolf, tall and mighty, with snow-white fur and piercing eyes.
Zhang Du exclaimed in horror: "Damn it, there are actually such monstrous beasts!"
The white wolf was incredibly fast; almost in the blink of an eye, it was beside Zhang Du. The wolf bared its sharp teeth, opened its mouth, and lunged to bite down hard on Zhang Du's shoulder.
In his horror, Zhang Du cried out, "Damn it, no!"
No matter how he retreated, the white wolf did not slow down at all, biting his shoulder. The enormous bite force caused Zhang Du excruciating pain, and blood spurted out instantly.
In his pain, Zhang Du cried out, "That damned monster!"
The white wolf showed no mercy, its mouth tearing fiercely at Zhang Du's shoulder. A powerful venom seeped into his wound, instantly making him dizzy and weak all over.
Zhang Du's vision blurred: "No, I can't die here like this..."
Despite the excruciating pain, Zhang Du's will to survive drove him to struggle desperately. He tried to find an opportunity to fight back, but the white wolf's bite was too powerful, and he could not break free.
After a fierce struggle, Zhang Du fought with all his might, but the white wolf was too strong. It bit his shoulder, and the venom spread rapidly. Zhang Du felt his life slipping away; his body could no longer support him. Finally, he collapsed to the ground, dejected.
Zhang Du, on the verge of death, screamed in anguish, "No...impossible..."
The white wolf showed no mercy, continuing to tear Zhang Du's body to shreds. Finally, when the white wolf had devoured Zhang Du's corpse with satisfaction, it howled to the sky, as if declaring its victory.
Amidst the howls of the white wolf, it brazenly displayed its domineering presence, roaring, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Just as the white wolf opened its massive jaws, preparing to devour the spiritual fruit, a golden light suddenly flashed across its neck, and a sharp howl echoed throughout Changbai Mountain.
The white wolf let out a mournful howl: "Woo woo woo!"
The white wolf's body trembled violently, golden light flashing around its neck. Finally, its head and body separated, falling to the ground like two parts of a demonic beast.
Qin Ze stood on the back of the golden crane, coldly watching: "Unfortunately, greed kills people."
The golden crane gracefully landed on the ground. Qin Ze stepped off its back and coldly surveyed his surroundings.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "People die for wealth, birds die for food, it's all fate. These two people didn't die unjustly..."
Qin Ze gently plucked the spiritual fruit and held it in his palm. He closed his eyes and tried to sense the spiritual energy inside the fruit. However, when he sensed the spiritual energy, he was somewhat disappointed.
Qin Ze sighed softly: "This spiritual fruit seems precious, but it's not even one ten-thousandth the value of the first-stage Golden Core of the Supreme Lord Laozi."
Nevertheless, Qin Ze tossed the spirit fruit to the golden crane. The golden crane quickly caught the fruit, happily swallowed it, and then let out a joyful cry, seemingly celebrating its delicious spoils.
Qin Ze smiled and said, "As long as you like it, that's fine!"
Qin Ze once again gracefully climbed onto the broad back of the golden crane. He took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and then gazed ahead.
Qin Ze: "Let's go, let's keep going. I have a feeling there's an interesting little delivery guy ahead that's undergoing a transformation!"
As if understanding Qin Ze's words, the golden crane let out a melodious cry, then flapped its wings and flew high, heading straight for the highest peak of Changbai Mountain.
At the summit of Changbai Mountain, a giant white ape sits cross-legged. Its body is enormous, with clearly visible muscle lines and snow-white fur that shimmers with a dazzling white light.
The white ape was deep in meditation, surrounded by a powerful aura, like the soul of the mountains.
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