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Nine Poison Heavenly Pill!
Just hearing the name, Ye Huan could only assume that he didn’t know the specific effects of the Nine Poison Heavenly Pill, but he could say with certainty that it must be a highly potent poison that was difficult to cure. If it weren’t, then Wang Huai wouldn’t have thought of using it to threaten Zhao Ziyu by having Song Zhong force it into his mouth.
“Wang Huai, you deserve to die.”
The look Ye Huan cast at Wang Huai was as if he were gazing at a corpse. In his heart, Ye Huan had already sentenced Wang Huai to death. However, for now, Ye Huan's ultimate goal was still to successfully rescue Zhao Ziyu. For the sake of Zhao Ziyu’s safety, Ye Huan could only bitterly utter those five words before springing into action. He summoned several smoke bombs, pulled their pins, and tossed them onto the ground, hoping to take advantage of the smoke they released to find an opportunity to disrupt Song Zhong’s actions.
Hiss…
A large amount of smoke began to disperse with Ye Huan's movements, quickly rising in the center of the village surrounding Yuxu Palace, severely obstructing everyone’s line of sight.
Witnessing the thick smoke rapidly rising from the open ground, Wang Huai, being one of the most agile-minded among the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, immediately pulled over two nearby Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors and loudly warned, “This smoke is suspicious. Everyone form a circle back-to-back and stay alert; we must create an opportunity for Song Zhong no matter what.”
“Opportunity? There is only one chance; if we miss it, it may vanish in an instant.”
Before Wang Huai could finish speaking, Ye Huan’s voice suddenly rang in his ears, startling him. At that moment, a figure emerged from the smoke right in front of him. Simultaneously, a cold object pressed firmly against his abdomen, its icy touch sending chills down his spine like the grim aura emitted by Death’s scythe.
Bang!
Before he even had a chance to think about how Ye Huan had reached him, a bullet infused with a fiery energy suddenly burrowed into his abdomen from that cold object. A wave of intense pain surged through his brain, causing him to tremble in disbelief as he lowered his head to look at Ye Huan's hand.
"What is this thing..."
Noticing that Ye Huan was holding a black object resembling a short blade, Wang Huai immediately recalled a type of concealed weapon often carried by cultivators. However, he quickly confirmed that the item in Ye Huan's hand was not any kind of concealed weapon he recognized, which left him puzzled and confused.
"This is called the Desert Eagle, and it's a modified version. If it weren't for my enhanced physique, I definitely wouldn't have used it to attack you back in the day."
Lifting the black object, Ye Huan lightly blew at the muzzle, which was emitting a faint smoke filled with the scent of gunpowder, and explained to Wang Huai the origin of this black object.
The Desert Eagle that Ye Huan held was not some rare item; it was the first piece of arms he had encountered since arriving in this world. Coincidentally, perhaps because this was truly the first piece of arms Ye Huan possessed after coming to this world, it had been summoned from the Summoning Book after a long time. The Desert Eagle could be considered one of the most modified types among the modified arms.
Currently, the black Desert Eagle in Ye Huan's hand was one of those modified arms. Compared to the original Desert Eagle, this version had been enhanced not only in terms of bullet capacity and accuracy but also in its power. It had nearly pushed the power of this large-caliber handgun to its limits. Of course, with the increase in power came an astonishing recoil; if it were placed in the Twenty-First Century, an ordinary adult firing it could potentially shatter not just half an arm but even half their body's bones due to the immense recoil.
As for the origin of this gun, Ye Huan had no idea why such a terrifying thing was created in his previous Twenty-First Century life. However, he was certain that no one could use this Desert Eagle back then because even he had felt his arm go numb from the massive recoil after firing it for the first time. This experience led him to decide never to use the Desert Eagle unless absolutely necessary.
In this rescue mission for Zhao Ziyu, Ye Huan had no intention of confronting the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protector without numerical advantage and certainly did not plan to use this Desert Eagle to kill him. But now things were different. Wang Huai's recent words had placed Zhao Ziyu in a very dangerous situation. Even more infuriating was that just as Ye Huan had thrown a smoke bomb and prepared to stealthily approach Song Zhong for a decisive strike, Wang Huai had forced other Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors to form a circle, ruining Ye Huan's plan and compelling him to take action. After all, if Ye Huan wanted to successfully rescue Zhao Ziyu and reach Song Zhong's side, killing Wang Huai seemed like his wisest choice.
"Desert Eagle?"
Wang Huai's expression gradually turned strange; he could not connect the black object in Ye Huan's hand with an eagle soaring through the blue sky of the desert. Yet reality stood before him—the bullet fired from Ye Huan's Desert Eagle had pierced through his lower abdomen.
"That's right, it's the Desert Eagle. Remember it! It will guide you on your last journey away from life."
Paying no mind to Wang Huai's odd expression, in Ye Huan's eyes, Wang Huai had already become a dying man. Just as Ye Huan intended to use the Desert Eagle to send Wang Huai off from this world, an unexpected change occurred—Wang Huai suddenly vanished from Ye Huan's line of sight, disappearing without a trace.
“Teleportation?”
Staring intently at the spot where Wang Huai had been, Ye Huan's pupils constricted repeatedly. At the same time, centered around Ye Huan, his Divine Sense spread outwards, searching for Wang Huai's location. However, what puzzled Ye Huan was that apart from a pool of blood belonging to Wang Huai on the ground, there was no trace of him within a hundred meters. Not even other bloodstains remained. If what Wang Huai had used was not Teleportation, then it must be his ultimate life-saving technique.
“Forget it. Since you chose to leave, I’ll spare your life for now. As for Song Zhong…”
Frustrated at not being able to eliminate Wang Huai in one go, Ye Huan cast a resentful glance towards Song Zhong's position. To his surprise, through the faint smoke from the smoke bomb, he could see that Song Zhong had once again produced the Nine Poison Heavenly Pill that he had previously put away…
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