#779 - Playing with drugs

"Situ Ming, you killed people from Moon Shadow Gate. Aren't you afraid of Purple Cloud Palace coming after you?"

The bald man in the middle shouted sternly.

Situ Ming cackled strangely and said, "Moon Shadow Gate is nothing! Don't even mention Moon Shadow Gate. Even if someone from Purple Cloud Palace wants to snatch my things today, they'll have to leave their life behind for me!"

The armor on the corpse alone is enough to drive people crazy, not to mention the storage ring that probably contains treasures.

"Arrogant!"

The expressions on several faces turned ugly.

Although Situ Ming is just a small fry in the Azure Profound Realm, and doesn't count for much in the entire cultivation world, the Underworld Division is a first-rate sect and one of the very few Profound Ghost factions. They are known for their ruthless and bizarre methods, with endless tricks and variations, making them hard to guard against.

"And Zuo Yan from Purple Cloud Palace, and Yan Haobo and Sun Zhuo from the Heavenly Demon Palace. Why are so many geniuses gathered here?"

The crowd discussed animatedly, and the appearance of these few people caused quite a stir.

Seeing these people, Situ Ming's expression also turned gloomy. He subconsciously stepped on the corpse under his feet: "You few are probably not qualified enough to snatch things from me!"

As he said that, he took out a gray cylindrical object from his chest.

Yan Haobo chuckled: "Situ Ming, stop trying to scare me. When the blood mist first descended, all cultivators above the Red Lotus Realm turned into blood for no reason. Our elders are all like this. Who do you think you can call with that message talisman?"

The others also revealed mocking expressions.

Situ Ming choked slightly. He thought that he was the only one who knew this news, but it seemed that the news had already spread.

Zuo Yan said, "Since we've all spoken our minds, let's not hide anything. Everyone wants this corpse, so let's rely on our strength to speak. The winner is king, and the loser is a bandit. Now that the blood mist has cleared out cultivators above the Red Profound Realm, everyone below the Azure Profound Realm has their magic suppressed. We can only rely on our physical bodies to fight. Situ Ming, your Profound Ghosts are known for your tricks and transformations, but in this situation, I'm afraid many of your methods can't be used. Since that's the case, our strengths should be similar. Why don't you hand over the corpse, and we'll divide it up?"

How could Situ Ming possibly agree to give up the duck that had already arrived? He decisively refused: "Impossible!"

Sun Zhuo sneered: "I don't agree either. This corpse belongs to my Heavenly Demon Palace. Don't even think about taking a single hair!"

The inability to use magic also meant that many methods were restricted, and the special nature of certain unique cultivation techniques disappeared. Everyone was standing on the same starting line, competing in experience and ruthlessness between life and death. Under these circumstances, many people began to stir.

"Brother Zuo is right. Treasures belong to those who are capable. Situ Ming, can you block so many people no matter how strong you are?"

"Hand over the corpse, or you'll end up like it!"

Someone in the crowd began to raise their arms and shout, and more and more people responded for a time.

Situ Ming's face became increasingly ugly. Suddenly, he flicked his toe, and the corpse on the ground flew up. A flash of light passed, and the hand wearing the storage ring was chopped off. Then, he kicked the corpse directly towards the crowd, while he grabbed the severed hand and turned to flee.

The red armor on the corpse was certainly important, but the storage ring, which was unknown what it contained, was obviously the main prize.

Situ Ming was a smart man and knew how to make trade-offs.

The treasure light on the red armor of the corpse flying towards them dazzled everyone's eyes. Immediately, someone flew up to grab the corpse, but was pulled down by a hand reaching out from below.

"Get out of the way!"

"Luo Shao, how dare you, a mere White Profound, compete with me?"

"Everyone's out of profound energy now. What are you pretending for? Die!"

There was a chaotic scene in the crowd. The inability to use profound energy also meant that there was no way to exert the true power of profound treasures, but they could still be used to attack. For a time, knives, spears, swords, and halberds all came out, and the clanging sound of weapons colliding was endless. Some people spat blood and fell to the ground in the melee, some were brave and unmatched and slaughtered in all directions, and some were muddying the waters, trying to profit.

However, Ji You and the others had no interest in snatching from them. What they valued was the storage ring that Situ Ming had taken away.

While Situ Ming was fleeing, the few of them also followed. The physical strength of the Azure Profound level was not that different, but the speed was comparable to that of a galloping horse. The few of them chased each other on the streets, jumping with the help of the surrounding houses, and it was difficult to catch up for a while.

No one noticed that among the people fighting, a thin figure quietly avoided the crowd, turned over and mounted a steed, and chased after the direction the others had left.

Situ Ming suddenly turned around in mid-air, grabbed a green porcelain bottle and threw it fiercely behind him. The bottle exploded on the ground, and a cloud of miserable green smoke rose instantly.

The few people were shocked and simultaneously hit. Caught off guard, they inhaled a lot of smoke, and strange green spots quickly appeared on their skin and continued to expand.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that the corpse-melting sand I got from the mortals would still be useful one day." Situ Ming laughed wildly with his arms folded: "Now that everyone has lost their profound energy, this corpse-melting sand can take your lives!"

The few people were shocked and angry. Helplessly, they had lost their magic, and they simply couldn't dissolve the rapidly spreading toxins in their bodies. Although their physical bodies were much stronger than mortals, without an antidote, death was only a matter of time.

"Situ Ming, give us the antidote. We don't want the things anymore!" Zuo Yan stretched out his hand with a gloomy face.

Yan Haobo and Sun Zhuo were also full of anger and had to compromise. Compared to their own lives, everything else was external.

Situ Ming took out a white porcelain bottle, shook it, threw it to the ground, and crushed it fiercely, spreading his hands with a playful look: "Sorry, I don't have an antidote either."

Zuo Yan and the others were furious, and their teeth were about to be crushed: "Bastard!"

Only Ji You remained silent. Below the clothes on his abdomen, inches of scarlet scales suddenly bulged, and pieces of them翘起, the skin below twisted strangely.

Ji You's abdomen suddenly rolled like a wave, and his throat suddenly bulged. A mouthful of poisonous blood spurted towards Situ Ming like a sharp sword.

Situ Ming was taken aback, not expecting Ji You to have such a method. His reaction was also quick, and he dodged away.

The poisonous blood sprayed on the wall behind him, and a green smoke rose instantly, corroding a large hole.

Ji You sneered: "Playing with poison in front of me? You're still too tender!"

Ji You was originally an incarnation of a Flood Dragon, and he naturally had a venom sac in his body. Even if he couldn't use magic, the poison of these mortals was simply not enough to look at in front of him.

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