250: Chapter 250 Poisonous Dragon Swallows the Mist, Soul Severed and Life Lost

Hun Tiandi walked with a dragon's stride and tiger's pace, never stopping for a moment. He saw the black mist in mid-air with the naked eye.

It surged toward him rapidly. Above his head, the ten thousand soul banner rotated, bursting with black-purple light.

Ang!

Immediately, the beast soul of the Nine-Headed Poison Dragon Emperor roared toward the sky. A massive phantom emerged, nine giant heads swaying, and eighteen crimson eyes emitted a deadly poisonous aura.

Hooking into the energy of heaven and earth, one of the heads opened its giant maw, giving rise to a dense devouring force.

The black mist and baleful aura outside his body seemed to return to their source like ten thousand poisons, rapidly pouring into the giant mouth and disappearing within.

A pitch-black light flickered instantly, and the phantom of the beast soul actually flickered with a hint of solidification.

The ten thousand soul banner shook, devouring the mist.

“Jie jie jie, that's it, swallow! The more you swallow, the more powerful it will be for the second main soul.”

Rumble!

The ten thousand soul banner rotated. For a moment, the baleful aura accumulated for countless years in the Misty Mountain Range formed a black vortex around Hun Tiandi, pouring vast energy into the beast soul.

“Stay close to me!” Hun Tiandi said to Lei Xuanji and her group. Because of the poison dragon beast soul, the area within a few meters became a clean land without a trace of baleful aura.

This was the terrifying aspect of the ten thousand soul banner.

“Doing this will attract the attention of the Yellow Spring Pavilion... Legend has it that the Yellow Spring Pavilion cultivates using the countless black mist and baleful aura within the Misty Mountain Range.” Lei Xuanji said in confusion, a thought echoing in her mind as she watched this scene.

She walked to Hun Tiandi's side and spoke slowly.

Hearing this, a thought flashed like lightning in Hun Tiandi's mind, and a look of confidence appeared in his eyes.

A plan formed in his heart, and he spoke: “This is just right. Let the experts of the Yellow Spring Pavilion know, so they all return to the Yellow Spring Pavilion, and I can wipe them out in one fell swoop!”

“The black mist and baleful aura are the source of their cultivation. If we don't deal with it, fighting them will be disadvantageous for us.”

Misty Mountain Range? It didn't sound like a good place; it might even enhance their strength.

“Ten Thousand Souls Reach Heaven, Poison Dragon Swallows Mist!”

Hun Tiandi let out a cold laugh and fully activated the ten thousand soul banner, letting the poison dragon beast soul devour the mist, consuming all the mist in the entire mountain range.

This would serve to diminish their strength.

Rotating at an astonishing speed, the devouring power emitted by the beast soul phantom was ten times greater than before, and bursts of booming sounds came from mid-air.

The baleful clouds that hovered over the mountain range all year round were suddenly swept away.

“Look quickly, so many heavenly poisonous herbs! This Misty Mountain Range is truly a treasure land!”

Liu Ling spoke slowly as the mist on the outskirts was cleared away, revealing the true ground.

It was covered with all sorts of sinister medicinal materials, colorful and each capable of taking a life at any moment.

“If collected, they would be the best materials for brewing poison...” Hun Tiandi's eyes sparkled as soon as he saw them.

With a thought, soul power surged from his sea of consciousness and spread outward. Wherever it covered, poisonous herbs and flowers turned into torrents, entering his Netherworld.

The small world had abundant energy and top-quality soil to nourish the medicinal materials; conversely, the Netherworld also needed living things for nourishment.

Seeing Hun Tiandi's methods, Liu Ling and the others looked at each other, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Lei Xuanji's beautiful eyes flickered, and she sighed in her heart: “This guy is getting more and more mysterious...”

Continuing forward, wherever they passed, streams of pure baleful aura were swallowed by the beast soul like a tide, the vortex turning almost solid.

Yellow Spring Pavilion.

Inside a pitch-black hall, the plaque was inscribed with the words ‘Yellow Spring’. It was ancient and cold, like the Hall of the King of Hell.

In the air, traces of a dangerous aura permeated.

It seemed as if some terrifying existence was hidden within the hall.

“Reporting to the Pavilion Master, there is an anomaly in the Misty Mountain Range!” A young disciple in black came to report and bowed, though a cold light flashed in his eyes as he lowered his head.

It vanished in the blink of an eye. He looked up at the middle-aged man in black on the main seat, who had black and red hair and emitted a cold aura.

He was like a poisonous snake in the darkness.

“Elder Duan Hun, go and take a look!” the Yellow Spring Pavilion Master said coldly.

“Yes, Pavilion Master!” Elder Duan Hun bowed, his figure flickering as he disappeared from the spot. Walking out of the hall, his black Dou Qi Wings unfurled, and he headed toward the Misty Mountain Range.

The young man in black who had reported earlier watched the direction Duan Hun went, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Eh? Who is absorbing the misty baleful aura so recklessly!”

Suddenly, Elder Duan Hun looked down at the mountain range. The baleful aura accumulated over countless years was frantically converging toward the mountain forest at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if it were being drawn by some powerful existence. Even a Dou Zun level expert might not have such a grand scale.

Just who had such ability?

Wherever Hun Tiandi passed, large numbers of poisonous herbs and flowers appeared on the ground. Liu Ling was also acting quickly, but Hun Tiandi was even more terrifying.

Wherever his soul passed, everything was fully absorbed into the Netherworld.

With such absorption, the mist dissipated, and strands of sunlight fell. Just then, a streak of light came through the air from a distance.

Ang!

The beast soul sensed the newcomer and let out bursts of dragon roars. The vibrating space shook, and a strong magical beast baleful aura spread out.

“Who are you? How dare you come to the territory of the Yellow Spring Pavilion to provoke us!”

Elder Duan Hun shouted coldly, his Dou Qi Wings flapping and emitting a powerful aura. Hun Tiandi didn't even look, directly ignoring him.

“Get down here! My Lord does not like looking up at others!”

Yan Xing said coldly from behind. He reached out his right hand and clenched it. The Dou Qi in his body surged out, turning into a streak of energy that shot forth toward the old man in the sky.

“Audacious!” Elder Duan Hun was shocked and enraged. To think someone would dare to attack. He immediately struck out fiercely, black Qi condensing into a palm print that blasted out.

A cold light flashed in Yan Xing's eyes. This was his first time taking action since switching to the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Technique; he absolutely could not lose face.

The energy streak was like a whip, wrapping around the black palm print and pulling hard, causing it to shatter.

Its power undiminished, under Elder Duan Hun's horrified gaze, he was entangled by the energy whip and pulled down from mid-air in one go.

Puchi!

Elder Duan Hun was heavily injured, spitting out blood as he landed in front of Hun Tiandi.

In his horrified gaze, there was a sense of terror.

“Your name?” Yan Xing said coldly.

“Yellow Spring Pavilion, Duan Hun!” Duan Hun's voice trembled slightly.

“An old enemy has come for revenge. Today is the day the Yellow Spring Pavilion is destroyed. Begone!” Hun Tiandi said coldly.

Yan Xing kicked Duan Hun away, sending him flying like a streak of light into the distant mountain forest.

“What exactly is this? Revenge?” Elder Duan Hun vomited blood again upon landing, his face pale and his heart anxious.

He had to get the message to the Pavilion Master as soon as possible.

Puff!

Suddenly, a Purple Thin Sword pierced through the heart meridian in Elder Duan Hun's back. It was pulled out and then pierced through again, hitting his Qi cyclone Dou Crystal.

“Duan Hun, that day you destroyed my family, my parents, my clansmen, my wife and child... did you ever think this day would come!”

A faint, cold voice came from behind him, sounding like the God of Death from hell, echoing in his ears.

“Who are you?” Duan Hun said weakly.

“Your death god!” A figure in a black robe stood behind him, holding a Purple Thin Sword. With one thrust, it pierced through the back of his head and out between his brows. As the purple sword was pulled out, it brought with it an illusory soul.

It was devoured by the Purple Thin Sword. The mysterious patterns on the blade flickered, and nourished by Duan Hun's soul, its sharpness grew even greater.

Duan Hun met his end! On the road to the Yellow Spring, did he ever think that the youth he once hunted would return for revenge?

“Yellow Spring Pavilion, your retribution is me, An Lin!”

An Lin looked up at the high mountain in the distance, the killing intent in his eyes impossible to dissolve.

He grabbed the storage ring from Duan Hun's body, and his figure disappeared into the black mist.