Chapter 242

Volume 1 Chapter 242 You Are the Idiots!

“Formation, activate!”

With Xiao Yang’s loud shout, all the killing formations he had set up on Qingyun Mountain were immediately triggered.

In an instant, the sky over Qingyun Mountain changed drastically, darkening the entire world as if day had turned to night.

As each killing formation began to operate, Qingyun Mountain was completely sealed off by the formations.

Those who had stealthily climbed up Qingyun Mountain found themselves trapped.

“What… What is happening?”

Those watching the spectacle outside Qingyun Mountain were all dumbfounded.

It took only a moment for Qingyun Mountain to become a killing battlefield, filled with murderous intent.

In front of Qingyun Great Hall, Xiao Yang wasted no time and released his flying sword.

The elite disciples of the Refining Sect, who fled in all directions, were all cut down by his flying sword on the square.

“No, don’t kill me!”

Wang Yue, the third elder of the Refining Sect, lay terrified on the ground, desperately begging Xiao Yang for mercy.

He never imagined that the masked figure before him was so powerful.

This person had effortlessly killed Elder Wang Hui, then unleashed his flying sword to wipe out the elite disciples of the Refining Sect.

At this moment, Wang Yue was utterly terrified.

“Weren’t you all very cocky just now?”

Xiao Yang’s cold gaze pierced through his mask as he looked at Wang Yue.

“N-no, no! As long as you spare me, I’ll serve you like a horse or an ox!”

At this moment, Wang Yue only wanted to survive.

“Today, all who invade Qingyun Mountain must die!”

Xiao Yang’s voice was not loud, but it echoed throughout Qingyun Mountain, reaching the ears of everyone present.

The onlookers were struck with horror.

They never expected that such a masked master would suddenly appear on Qingyun Mountain.

Meanwhile, Qin Fei finally confirmed that the masked individual was the sword saint who had struck in the North Mountain of Yuanlong City that day.

However, he could never have imagined that this sword saint was actually Xiao Yang.

“Don’t kill me…”

Wang Yue was practically pissing himself in fear.

But Xiao Yang showed no signs of pity.

“I killed Wang Kunpeng. If you Refining Sect want revenge, feel free to come and find me.”

With a flick of his right hand, a flash of sword light swept through.

The third elder of the Refining Sect was sliced in half by the sword light.

“Kill!”

Masked, standing on his flying sword, Xiao Yang soared into the sky like an unparalleled sword immortal, heading directly for the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, he landed in front of the pavilion, where an old hunchbacked man sat.

He was Tian Can, the old demon.

“Aren’t you escaping?”

Xiao Yang sheathed his flying sword and walked into the pavilion.

At this moment, Qin Fei, watching from a ridge outside Qingyun Mountain, felt extremely anxious.

With the entire Qingyun Mountain sealed off by killing formations, there was no way he could inform Tian Can of the identity of the intruder.

Besides, he didn’t dare to.

There were countless big shots from the Northern Region nearby.

If they learned he was in cahoots with the Demon Sect’s big villain, it would be a disaster!

Xiao Yang sat down across from Tian Can.

“Why would I escape?”

Tian Can casually poured himself some wine.

He poured a cup and placed it on the table, then filled it from his wine jar.

“How about a drink?”

Tian Can pushed the filled cup towards Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang glanced at the cup in front of him.

“Are you afraid I might poison it?”

Tian Can replied nonchalantly.

At this moment, the onlookers outside Qingyun Mountain became tense.

Who would dare drink the wine of a Demon Sect big shot?

If Tian Can really poisoned the wine, it wouldn’t be impossible!

Everyone thought Xiao Yang wouldn’t drink Tian Can’s wine.

No one would gamble on whether the wine contained poison.

However, to everyone’s shock, Xiao Yang picked up the cup, lifted his mask slightly, and drank it in one gulp.

“Delicious!”

Tian Can gave him a thumbs up.

Everyone was stunned.

They couldn’t believe it.

This masked master actually dared to drink the wine of Tian Can.

Had he lost his mind?

That was Tian Can!

Individuals like Huang Tian and Li Fan Yin, who knew Tian Can’s reputation, were astonished.

Meanwhile, more and more people were gathering outside Qingyun Mountain.

Countless individuals who received the news flocked there.

The majority were there to watch the show.

But some were concerned for Xiao Yang.

However, unexpectedly, they neither saw Xiao Yang nor Liu Qingyun.

Still, no one could have imagined that Xiao Yang was right before their eyes.

No one recognized the suddenly emerging masked master on Qingyun Mountain as Xiao Yang.

The crowd outside started speculating on who was stronger, the masked master or Tian Can.

Tian Can’s strength was undeniable.

Yet this masked master had just effortlessly wiped out the Refining Sect disciples.

Elder Wang Hui of the Refining Sect was at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm.

For him to be unable to withstand a random strike from the masked master was truly unfathomable.

“Are you an idiot?”

Tian Can suddenly laughed.

“What did you say?”

Xiao Yang looked at the old demon indifferently.

“Are you betting on whether or not my wine is poisoned?”

Tian Can gazed at Xiao Yang with a smug expression.

“This wine is poisonous?”

Xiao Yang retorted coldly.

“Hahaha…”

Tian Can couldn’t help but laugh uproariously.

“Oh no!”

The expression of the onlookers outside changed dramatically upon witnessing this scene.

No need to ask, that cup of wine the masked master just drank was indeed poisoned.

The Demon Sect’s big villains were truly despicable!

Everyone was indignant.

Jiang Qitian had come here to revel in Xiao Yang’s misfortune.

He wanted to see how badly Xiao Yang would fare after leaving the Qingyang Sword Sect.

However, he never anticipated that the masked mystery man was Xiao Yang.

He recognized this person as the sword saint who had humiliated him in the North Mountain’s earth veins of Yuanlong City that day.

He thought Xiao Yang had escaped with Liu Qingyun or was hiding.

At this moment, Jiang Qitian wanted to take action.

He wanted to confront this old demon.

The Qingyang Sword Sect was the strongest sect in the Northern Region.

If Jiang Qitian could take down the old demon now, his reputation in the Northern Region would surely soar.

Unfortunately, the entire Qingyun Mountain was currently sealed off by killing formations.

He had lost an opportunity to display his prowess before everyone!

…

“This wine not only has poison, but it also has the rarest poison in the world, the God-killing poison!”

Tian Can grinned sinisterly at the masked master opposite him.

“What…”

“No way…”

“It’s actually the God-killing poison?!”

The big shots outside Qingyun Mountain were all taken aback.

This time, the masked master was truly doomed.

The reason the God-killing poison was considered “rare” was that there was no antidote.

This meant that once poisoned, death was inevitable.

In the eyes of Jiang Qitian and the other powerful figures, even the sword saint wouldn’t survive.

What a shame!

Everyone sighed.

Yet Qin Fei was both shocked and overjoyed.

Tian Can was a key figure in the Demon Sect; if he died, Qin Fei would lose a significant ally.

Hahaha, even if you’re the sword saint, what can you do?

That’s the world’s rarest God-killing poison.

Even a supreme being of the Sacred Martial Realm, once poisoned, would meet their end.

This poison targets the soul, eroding the practitioner’s essence and obliterating their spirit.

Thus, it was named God-killing.

In the past, a martial sage fell to this poison in just half a day.

This is the terror of the God-killing poison.

This sword saint would surely be no exception.

“Sweet! Is there more? Fill me another cup!”

Xiao Yang said as he extended his empty cup towards Tian Can.

“What…?”

Tian Can was bewildered.

The onlookers outside were equally stunned.

Another cup?

This was the God-killing poison!

This guy really wanted to drink the poison like wine?

How crazy could he be?!

Tian Can stared at the masked man, then picked up the wine jar and filled the empty cup.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Xiao Yang actually took the cup and downed it in one gulp.

“……”

Everyone was speechless.

They all knew the wine was poisonous now; how could this guy still dare to drink?

Did he realize he had contracted the uncurable poison, so he decided to go for broke?

No one could believe what they were witnessing.

“You…”

Tian Can was shocked.

No one had ever dared to treat the rarest poison as a drink.

Never.

If anyone did, it could only mean one thing: that they were seeking death.

Would this guy really seek his own death?

Absolutely impossible.

Yet, the God-killing poison was uncurable!

“A cup is never enough!”

Xiao Yang tossed the cup aside, then deftly dodged Tian Can’s hand and poured the wine directly into his mouth from the jar.

Watching Xiao Yang gulping down the poison, Tian Can froze in place.

The big shots outside Qingyun Mountain were left agape.

In no time, Xiao Yang had drained an entire jar of poison.

“You… are fine? How is that possible…”

Tian Can stared at Xiao Yang, astonished, his voice trembling.

This masked man had just drunk a whole jar of poison without a scratch?

Jiang Qitian, Li Fuyao, and the other big shots were equally dumbfounded.

The world’s rarest poison, uncurable—those afflicted would all perish.

Yet this masked mysterious master seemed to be completely unharmed.

“Impossible… Absolutely impossible…”

Tian Can mumbled.

He clearly applied the God-killing poison to the wine!

How could this person drink the poisoned wine and remain unscathed?

As he spoke, Tian Can snatched the wine jar from Xiao Yang’s hands and took a few sips of the leftover wine.

“You are the idiot!”

Xiao Yang chuckled.

In the next moment, Tian Can collapsed to the ground, convulsing a few times before going still.

“……”

Everyone was left in shock.