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Ouyang Feng's body trembled slightly, his lips quivering. The people from the Seventy-Two Islands were even worse off; some collapsed to the ground, their expressions filled with despair.
Ouyang Feng slowly turned around, suppressing the fear within him, his brutal nature ready to take risks for one last fight. A tremendous force suddenly erupted from his body as he stomped his feet against the ground and leaped into the air, facing the sky with his back to the earth, striking backward with a palm.
His turning motion was merely a feint, seizing that fleeting moment of opportunity. Jiang Han raised an eyebrow and clearly saw Ouyang Feng's appearance. Dressed in white, Ouyang Feng had a strong physique and a handsome face, but at this moment, he looked fierce, surrounded by various toxic mists like a devil shrouded in gray-green fog.
Jiang Han was unfazed and casually struck out with a palm. This simple move carried immense power; the massive palm formed from True Qi burned the toxic mist to ashes before crashing down onto Ouyang Feng.
Boom!
Without a doubt, Ouyang Feng was hit and flew backward, spewing blood and internal organs, his entire chest drenched in crimson.
"Hahaha! You brat, what if you're a Martial Arts Grandmaster? Once you’re poisoned by me, Old Poisoner, even with your Martial Arts Grandmaster cultivation, you won't live long!" Ouyang Feng laughed maniacally like a madman. "I can drag a Martial Arts Grandmaster down with me; that’s not a life wasted!"
Jiang Han looked at him with a patronizing gaze filled with both sympathy and pity. The next moment, he was full of sarcasm: "You really overestimate yourself! With your pathetic tricks, you think you can drag a Martial Arts Grandmaster down with you? You truly know nothing about the capabilities of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"
Not to mention that he had already mastered the Nine Yang Manual to perfection, achieving an Immune to All Poisons body. Even someone like Xiong Ba, who was nothing but trash as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, would not be killed by Ouyang Feng's meager skills. The most he could do was make the Martial Arts Grandmaster spend some time removing those deadly toxins; as for losing his life due to poisoning, Ouyang Feng's methods were simply inadequate!
Ouyang Feng looked at the figure standing quietly before him, resembling an eternal celestial king observing an ant, and he felt a deep sense of humiliation.
"Jiang Han!" This name roared in his heart, filled with a desire to devour.
"I'll fight you to the end!" Ouyang Feng forcibly gathered all his spirit, will, and desperately squeezed the last bit of potential from his already broken body, unleashing his poison attack for one final strike against Jiang Han.
Like a moth to a flame, though heroic, the outcome was already destined to be tragic.
Jiang Han remained unmoved, a smirk playing on his lips, his face calm, yet anyone could sense his disdain, dominance, and unwavering belief that transcended time.
"Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you!" A flash of crimson light disappeared in an instant.
Ouyang Feng's head was severed, his eyes filled with confusion, resentment, and a sense of relief.
"Perhaps this isn't so bad." This was Ouyang Xiu's final thought.
How could such a proud person tolerate having his life firmly controlled by another?
Jiang Han crossed his long spear, unleashing a terrifying force that left everyone speechless.
"Holy Lord! Holy Lord! We are willing to surrender; please spare our lives!"
The people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands were initially encouraged by Ouyang Feng to rebel; if they were truly iron-willed warriors, they wouldn't have endured under Tianshan Tonglao until now.
"Take them away and seal their internal energy. How to deal with them will be discussed when we return to Bright Summit," Jiang Han said calmly.
Immediately, a group of Manichaeism disciples stepped forward to seal the internal energy of the Thirty-Six Cave Masters and Seventy-Two Island Masters, who were bowing like garlic being pounded.
There are quite a few Innate Martial Artists. If they can be utilized by Manichaeism, that would be excellent. It would serve those guys in the Offering Hall right! If they obediently work for Manichaeism, they will still be treated as Guest Elders. But if they act all high and mighty, then next time, they can join these fellow Innate Martial Artists as cannon fodder!
The Innate Martial Artists recruited by Manichaeism have been unruly as Loose Cultivators, thinking that once they join the Sect, they can do as they please. This time, let them see that Innate Martial Artists are only fit to be side dishes!
"Wu Xingyun greets Sect Leader Jiang!"
Tianshan Tonglao stepped forward, her mind racing with thoughts, and gritted her teeth, saying, "The great kindness of Manichaeism is something I will never forget!"
After speaking, she took out two pieces of cloth from her bosom and presented them with both hands: "This is the cultivation method of my Eagle Palace, 'The Eight Desolations and Six Directions Bow to No One,' which ranks as a low-level celestial martial art. The other piece contains the methods for crafting and dispelling the Life and Death Talisman. I offer these two items to Sect Leader Jiang in gratitude for your great kindness."
Jiang Han shook his head, "Not enough."
Tianshan Tonglao was taken aback for a moment but quickly regained her composure and said nervously, "Please show me the way, Sect Leader Jiang!"
Jiang Han stroked his chin and glanced at the two of them before speaking, "I, the Azure Wing Bat King of Manichaeism, have taken a liking to you. Let's get married tomorrow!"
Wu Xingyun: "???"
Wei Yixiao: "???"
Jiang Han shot a glance at the bewildered Wei Yixiao and gave him a look that seemed to say, "You should learn from this old man."
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