Chapter 555: 641 One Force Subdues Ten Gatherings, the Poison King Turns Against Each Other

Fan Yanglou and Ouyangzi’s faces turned horrified, finding it hard to imagine that a person’s eyes could emit golden light. If Zhengtian Mountain hadn’t been lying there now, he would have been pierced by the golden light earlier.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed that he hadn’t resolved Zhengtian Mountain after such a series of attacks.

However, he didn’t dwell on it much; wielding Tianwen, he turned back and struck at the rising Zhengtian Mountain again, the sword stance rushing like the wind toward every vital point of Zhengtian Mountain’s body.

Fan Yanglou and Ouyangzi quickly moved forward to shield him, and because of the depletion of True Qi, the Heaven-Burning Furnace lost control, reverting to its original size and being caught by Wu Xin’Er.

Jiang Ruoqing, seeing Chen Mo holding off three people, felt a sense of relief and attacked Yuan Kong with all her might to avenge her master.

Having been whipped by the Fire Chain, Yuan Kong was already injured and dared not be careless in the face of Jiang Ruoqing’s attack.

He Lao wanted to protect Wu Xin’Er, so he didn’t move forward.

Zhengtian Mountain’s knee bone was smashed, and only managed to rise with Chang Wuming’s aid, unable to stand by his own strength, temporarily retreating, while Fan Yanglou and Ouyangzi’s weaponry was watertight, skillfully parrying Chen Mo’s feigned and real moves. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

In the midst of the exchange, Fan Yanglou glanced over, seeing Yuan Kong in dire straits, likely no match for the girl, and with Zhengtian Mountain already heavily injured, continuing would lead eventually to defeat.

Fan Yanglou instantly analyzed the situation, seeing the Poison King and others who hadn’t acted, shouted: "Go kill that woman."

The Poison King’s steps halted, glancing at Wu Xin’Er, but suddenly noticed He Lao taking a long spear from a weapons rack nearby, weighing it in his hand, the aura of a First Grade Martial Artist emanating from him, glaring fiercely at him.

The Poison King shivered instantly, without a moment of hesitation, after collecting a pile of treasure and desired items from the storeroom, quickly sneaked away towards the outside.

But just as he reached the storeroom’s entrance, he saw a giant python coiled outside, hissing, seeing the Poison King, spat out a fetid wind, making the Poison King hurriedly dodge.

He glanced sideways, finding those outside the treasure vault all dealt with by the giant python.

The Poison King shivered; this giant python neither moved nor left, staying outside, apparently not intending to let anyone from the treasure vault leave.

"It’s over..."

The Poison King’s face changed, realizing that with the giant python guarding outside, once Prince Zhen Nan finished dealing with Zhengtian Mountain and others, it would be his turn.

He was just a Second-Grade Martial Artist, not strong among Second-Grade Martial Artists, only good at poison, how could he be a match for Prince Zhen Nan.

He must think of a way to save his life.

"Plop..." Wu Xin’Er couldn’t hold her breath anymore, inhaling a few whiffs of the exotic fragrance in the treasure vault that hadn’t completely dissipated, finally couldn’t resist, fell to the ground, and fell asleep.

He Lao’s face showed anxiety.

Chen Mo noticed this situation, caused him to slip up slightly, almost getting stabbed by Ouyangzi’s spear.

"Got it." Seeing this scene, the Poison King conceived a plan in his mind, quietly approaching behind Zhengtian Mountain, taking advantage of Zhengtian Mountain and Chang Wuming’s lack of attention, flipped his wrist, two poison needles appeared in his left and right hands, and swiftly pierced into Zhengtian Mountain’s and Chang Wuming’s necks.

Both were guarding the front, never expecting someone would attack from behind, upon being struck, their bodies suddenly stiffened, starting to tremble slightly.

"You... you..." Chang Wuming struggled to turn his head, looking at the Poison King with a face full of disbelief; once the poison infiltrated, it instantly choked the True Qi within him, preventing him from speaking, after holding on for a moment, he foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground, his vitality gradually fading.

Zhengtian Mountain also fell along with him, but being a First Grade Martial Artist, his True Qi was more robust, stubbornly mobilizing his internal True Qi to resist the invading poison, and looking back at the Poison King with fierce eyes.

Never imagined the Poison King would turn traitor at this moment.

Having seized the opportunity with one move, the Poison King quickly retreated, and took out a porcelain bottle, throwing it toward He Lao, saying: "Master He, this is the antidote; after the Princess Consort takes it, she will wake up."

At this moment, astute people knew the Poison King was submitting his allegiance to Chen Mo.

He Lao accepted it, first opened the porcelain bottle and smelled it, he wouldn’t easily trust the Poison King, instead, taking out an antidote from it, first administering it to Ji Xi’Er, who had long fallen asleep, waited for a bit, seeing Ji Xi’Er wake up without any issues, only then gave one to his mistress.

This turn of events distracted Fan Yanglou and Ouyangzi, allowing Chen Mo to seize the opportunity, the Red Dragon Demon Arm opened three Profound Gates, Abandoned Sword Dual Fists burst forth from sleeves, directly hitting Ouyangzi’s horizontally blocking long spear, shattering his Protective True Qi and forcing him back dozens of steps into a weapon rack nearby.

After repelling Ouyangzi, Chen Mo kicked towards Fan Yanglou, the air erupted with a blast, which the latter narrowly dodged, the kick landing on the stone platform beside him, cracking a corner of the hardened stone platform.

Chen Mo summoned Tianwen, fiercely throwing the sword in his hand, aiming at the returning Ouyangzi.

With a puch sound, Tianwen pierced straight through his chest, the massive force even knocked him back several steps.

Ouyangzi’s mouth dripped blood; although he blocked Chen Mo’s dual fists, he suffered internal injuries; he looked at the sword hilt in his chest in disbelief, feeling life dissipating bit by bit, his eyes suddenly turned frantic.

He pulled out Tianwen in his hand, did some unknown Secret Technique, not only stopping the blood in his chest, his aura also surged, the consequence being his body rapidly aged, holding the spear, he rushed at Chen Mo.

But before Chen Mo could act, a Black Sword stabbed into his chest from his back, this sword seemed to shatter his aura, the surging aura instantly wilted, he staggered for a few steps, looked back once, then powerlessly fell to the ground, blood pooling.

The Poison King kicked Ouyangzi’s corpse a few times, and seeing it completely motionless, fawned to Chen Mo, saying: "This audacious madman dared attack Prince Zhen Nan; truly unaware of life or death."

"Bring your life." Only moments after the Poison King finished seeking merit from Chen Mo, a boom resonated in his ear, his eardrums hurting, as Fan Yanglou appeared above him, swinging down fiercely.

The Poison King paled with fright, frozen in fear, as Chen Mo leaped into the air, fiercely kicking Fan Yanglou in the stomach, sending him flying with one kick.

"Splurge..."

Falling onto the weapon rack, the sharp blades pierced Fan Yanglou’s body, blood flowed out, dyeing the entire weapon rack red, his eyes wide open, staring at the Poison King and Chen Mo, recalling the words spoken before departing.

"The old method, competing hands and feet, seeing whose bones are harder."