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The Myriad Poison Immortal watched helplessly as his poisonous aura was absorbed by the Myriad Poison Pearl, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness.
He knew he couldn't escape this time, but he still gritted his teeth, trying to put up a final resistance.
Alas, this matter was truly 'fetching water with a bamboo basket,' all his efforts were in vain, like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water, all because the Myriad Poison Pearl was his nemesis, truly 'one thing subduing another,' leaving him unable to laugh or cry.
Just look at the names, the 'Myriad Poison Immortal' meeting the 'Myriad Poison Pearl,' it was simply asking for trouble, pinned to the ground for a 'close encounter,' it was a miserable sight.
Only now did he suddenly realize that Li Chengfeng's strength was genuine, the real deal, definitely not the exaggerated fluff of the outside world.
Back then, that Blood Qiankun kid, with a righteous face, said he wanted to uphold justice and deal with Li Chengfeng, even spouting nonsense about the inheritance of ancient demon power and treasure manuals, but what happened?
Heh heh, he was the first to stumble and be subdued completely.
At this moment, he bit his teeth, lowered his head, and surrendered quickly: "Fellow Daoist Li, please be merciful! I am willing to turn over a new leaf and be your most loyal little brother, serving you before and after, without a word of complaint.
Don't you have a cool Thunder Frog? Although I can't match its lightning and thunder, as a Poison Frog, riding me out would be a unique experience, I accept being a mount!"
These words were spoken with such sincerity that people couldn't help but laugh and sigh.
Zhu Hai, upon hearing this, a discordant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Backbone? Heh, you, as a half-step Demon Emperor, are willing to be a mount under a Core Formation stage cultivator, this isn't progress, it's a reversal, isn't it?
You should be a model of unyielding and indomitable spirit, shouldn't you? What, has your persona collapsed?"
The Myriad Poison Immortal, upon hearing this, was furious: "Can backbone be eaten? What do you know! This is called knowing when to yield is wise!
What about you, a dignified cultivator who transformed a divine artifact, yet willing to submit to Li Chengfeng, hiding in the shadows of his magic, and you still have the face to talk about me? Where is your sense of shame?"
Zhu Hai's face instantly turned gloomy, a hint of coldness in his sneer: "Hmph, daring to speak to me like this, it seems you are truly tired of living.
Here, I am the heaven, the master has entrusted all management rights to me—Zhu Hai, his most beloved and trusted servant.
As for you, how to handle you is entirely up to my whim, understand?"
As he spoke, a decisive glint flashed in his eyes.
Before his voice faded, Zhu Hai's figure suddenly changed, transforming into his true form—a strange beast specializing in devouring souls.
Its soul was colorful, chaotic and complex, exuding an indescribable strangeness, instantly invading the Myriad Poison Immortal's sea of consciousness, ruthlessly devouring his soul, and beginning the chilling digestion process.
The color of its soul changed unpredictably between green and red, but eventually returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a lingering aftertaste.
At the same time, the Myriad Poison Pearl completed the complete absorption of the Myriad Poison Immortal's physical body, and the storage ring, as a relic, was respectfully 'spit out' and sent to an unknown future.
The scene shifted, focusing on Li Chengfeng, who held the storage ring in his hand, his expression indifferent.
"Master, when encountering such characters, you only need to cast 'Future Traces,' and I, your humble servant, will take care of the rest," Zhu Hai's voice echoed in Li Chengfeng's mind, with a hint of flattery and loyalty.
Li Chengfeng nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction with Zhu Hai's arrangement.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the 'Future Traces' technique was quietly activated, and all traces instantly disappeared without a trace.
And Zhu Hai's figure also disappeared, it could only reside in a certain scene in the future, unable to set foot in the realm of the real world again, this was the helplessness of a Transformation God stage expert being limited by the rules.
At this moment, Li Chengfeng knew that although his cultivation was extraordinary, casting secret techniques like 'Future Traces' was still a heavy burden on him.
He did not hesitate to take a precious pill, closed his eyes and focused his mind, adjusting the surging aura in his body, striving to minimize the consumption caused by this strike.
The reason why he chose to use 'Future Traces' to deal with the old poisoner, the Myriad Poison Immortal, was a last resort.
In this treacherous Qiankun Serpent's belly, every step must be extremely cautious.
The Myriad Poison Immortal's methods were insidious and vicious, and if he couldn't be dealt with quickly and cleanly, he was afraid it would attract more unnecessary trouble, or even alarm the Qiankun Serpent, leading to failure.
Considering the huge commotion that might be caused by cleaning up the battlefield, and the uncontrollable factors that might be brought about by using other means, Li Chengfeng finally decided to adopt the most stable method—Future Traces.
This way, he could silently solve the opponent and avoid alarming the snake, ensuring the smooth progress of the plan.
All of this, though long in the telling, was actually just a flash of lightning.
After Li Chengfeng finished dealing with the Myriad Poison Immortal, his gaze turned to Zhongli Meiying, who was standing there in a daze, her face full of disbelief.
Her eyes contained both shock and complexity, as if she couldn't believe everything in front of her.
"Li Chengfeng, you... you actually really want to destroy the Blood Clan?" Zhongli Meiying's voice trembled slightly.
She had thought that Li Chengfeng was just talking, but she didn't expect him to actually take action, and so decisively.
"You really are vindictive, once you make a decision, you never look back."
She gave a wry smile and continued: "It seems that the entire Qi Kingdom is about to usher in a bloody storm, and the days of rivers of blood are not far away."
Her words revealed a deep worry about the future.
However, Zhongli Meiying quickly regained her composure, she smiled frankly, as if mocking herself, and also as if saying to Li Chengfeng: "I told you, don't be an enemy to you.
Unfortunately, Xue Qiankun was too arrogant and insisted on contacting the North Sea to implement that unrealistic plan.
What was the result? In the end, it will only be a complete failure, pushing the entire Blood Clan into the abyss of eternal doom."
Her smile contained a hint of helplessness and relief, as if she had already seen through the cause and effect of all this, and also foreseen the future fate of the Blood Clan.
Li Chengfeng was as clear as a mirror in his heart that asking Zhongli Meiying about the details of the Blood Clan's plan at this moment was futile, she obviously knew limited information, otherwise she wouldn't have ended up in such a situation.
So, he smiled and said in a calm but firm tone: "I came here this time, indeed shouldering the mission of destroying the Blood Clan, but more importantly, I am here to save you."
Zhongli Meiying was once again shocked beyond words, she widened her eyes and looked at Li Chengfeng in disbelief: "This... how is this possible? You want to save me? Am I... am I really that important to you?"
Her voice was full of doubt and unease, as if she was afraid that all of this was just her wishful thinking.
"No, you misunderstood," Li Chengfeng shook his head gently, trying to soothe her emotions, "Your importance is not just about what I can get from you.
But I believe that everyone should have freedom and dignity and should not be treated as pawns, playthings, or stepping stones. Your fate should be in your own hands."