Chapter 15 Poisoned Arrow

After stepping into the First Realm, a Cultivator would develop a mysterious sensitivity to the aura of surrounding living beings, as if they had gained an extra layer of invisible warning.

Although Yun Bai did not understand the principle behind it, he could clearly perceive the cold malice clinging to him like maggots on bones—it was killing intent.

He did not know any sophisticated movement techniques; his only reliance was the absolute speed brought about after stepping into the First Realm. Among this group of Initial Realm Cultivators, he was the sole predator.

Like a startled cat, Yun Bai's waist twisted violently at an incredible angle. The hand that had been holding the meal box, following that inexplicable sense of crisis, flashed behind him.

Thud. With a muffled sound, Three-Eyed Wolf's sinister and tricky blade plunged deep into the wooden meal box. The blade was short and was firmly stuck by the thick wooden walls, unable to advance an inch.

"You're courting death!" Yun Bai was both shocked and furious; he never expected such a dangerous trap in this prison.

In the blink of an eye, he let out a low roar, his backhand gripping Three-Eyed Wolf's knife-wielding arm like an iron pincer. Relying on the overwhelming power of the First Realm, he forcibly swapped their positions!

Rip! A teeth-gritting sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

The poison-tipped dagger belonging to the skinny monkey whistled through the air, piercing fiercely into the waist of Three-Eyed Wolf, whom Yun Bai had forcibly twisted in front of him.

"Argh—!" Three-Eyed Wolf let out a shrill scream as a strange cyan-black color instantly spread from the wound.

His entire face withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, like tree bark drained of all moisture.

Poison! Yun Bai's pupils constricted, and alarm bells rang loudly in his heart.

Although a First Realm Cultivator had strong vitality, their resistance to potent poisons remained an unknown. Once poisoned, even if they didn't die, the loss of combat power would make them no different from fish on a chopping block.

Not giving Yun Bai a moment to catch his breath, the two burly men who had previously been "wrestling" with Wang Jingang appeared instantly on Yun Bai's left and right sides, as if they had practiced it a thousand times.

Two whip-legs, infused with immense force like steel whips, carried a wail that tore through the air, sealing off Yun Bai's room for evasion from both the left and right like iron pincers.

Yun Bai instinctively raised his leg to dodge, but his feet were held tightly by Three-Eyed Wolf, who was frantically counterattacking in his agony.

There was nowhere to dodge! In his haste, he could only cross his arms, his muscles bulging, adopting a "Overlord Carrying the Cauldron" stance to meet the lethal whip-legs whistling toward him.

Seeing this, the two leg-technique experts flashed a sneer of disdain in their eyes. How could arms block legs? This was common knowledge in the Dao of martial arts.

Bang! Bang! Two dull, thunderous sounds like beating drums rang out.

Yun Bai's crossed arms had actually forcibly blocked the two powerful whip-legs.

The immense impact made his Qi and blood churn, and the ground beneath his feet cracked slightly.

However, having failed to achieve success with one strike, the two bandits did not retreat but instead advanced! It completely defied common sense.

Borrowing the force of the rebound, they moved in like two slippery venomous pythons, instantly closing the distance. With extremely tricky grappling techniques, they tightly entangled Yun Bai's blocking arms. The immense force locked his upper body.

Although Yun Bai's combat power was strong, he had lost the initiative due to the opponent's meticulous planning. One wrong step, and he was constrained at every turn! He was like a tiger trapped in a quagmire, possessing strength but unable to unleash it!

"Not good! A trap!" Alarm bells rang wildly in Yun Bai's heart.

Just at the moment he realized the crisis. Swish— A subtle yet ear-piercing sound of something breaking through the air rang out.

A sleeve arrow flickering with a ghostly blue toxic light, like the fangs of a viper striking from the darkness, precisely pierced through the tiny gap deliberately left by the two entangling men, reaching Yun Bai's chest in an instant.

Fatty Yuan. That Fatty Yuan, who had been hiding behind the crowd, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

At this moment, his face no longer held any trace of naivety, leaving only cold cruelty and the smugness of a scheme successfully executed.

Blue smoke still lingered at his cuff from triggering the crossbow mechanism! With four Late Stage Initial Realm Cultivators entangling you with their lives, even if you are a First Realm, First Layer Cultivator, don't even think about dodging this poison-tipped, lethal arrow!

The target was the heart; if he couldn't dodge, he would surely die!

The prison guards were late in arriving; there must be something fishy. Even if the poison arrow wasn't fatal, once he lost his combat power, the outcome was predictable.

He absolutely could not die here! A beast-like madness instantly erupted in Yun Bai's eyes.

Boom! A violent aura suddenly erupted from within Yun Bai. The four people entangling him felt as if they were looking at an ancient Vicious Beast wrapped in flames, about to undergo Nirvana and be reborn.

The Spiritual Qi within his body was like a burst flood, roaring and surging wildly through his Meridians.

Wherever it passed, his Meridians sent waves of unbearable, tearing pain! But he ignored it completely!

"Ah!!!" With a heaven-shaking roar like a dying Vicious Beast breaking out of its cage, Yun Bai's entire body's strength exploded under the extreme stimulation of his Spiritual Qi. The four Late Stage Initial Realm Cultivators who were tightly entangling him were forcibly thrown away like four bundles of straw.

This burst of power was nearly double his usual strength!

Whoosh! The lethal, ghostly blue sleeve arrow grazed closely past his violently heaving chest, narrowly missing him. The sharp arrow tip only tore his coarse prison uniform, failing to leave even a trace of a bloodstain on his tough skin.

Having broken free from his restraints, Yun Bai was like a demon god crawling out of a blood pool in Hell, his body exuding a suffocating, violent killing intent. Under the impact of this sky-high Evil Qi, the minds of the four thrown-away Cultivators instantly crumbled.

"Die!" The tearing pain in his Meridians felt like ten thousand needles pricking him, and the Spiritual Qi in his Dantian was as violent as a storm, showing faint signs of going out of control.

Was it backlash? Was it the prelude to Qi Deviation? Yun Bai had no time to think.

His large hand darted out like lightning, grabbing the arm of one of the burly men who had just landed and was still in shock. His five fingers, like refined steel, twisted violently. Crack!

The teeth-gritting sound of bone cracking was clearly audible. The burly man's arm instantly twisted into a bizarre angle, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream; it was completely ruined.

The greatest threat was the skinny monkey holding the poison dagger. A cold light flashed in Yun Bai's eyes; his left leg, like a Dragon emerging from its cave, carried terrifying explosive power as it kicked fiercely into the monkey's chest.

The skinny monkey, as if hit by a charging bull, flew backward like a cannonball, slamming heavily into a wall thirty meters away. His chest caved in deeply, countless bones likely broken, and he fainted without even a groan!

One left! Yun Bai's gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto Fatty Yuan, who was pale and about to retreat!

Swish! Yun Bai's figure was like a ghost, crossing a distance of several meters in one step, appearing directly in front of Yuan Qiu. His speed was so fast that the other party couldn't even react.

"No—!" Only boundless fear remained in Yuan Qiu's eyes.

Yun Bai struck like lightning. His right hand formed a claw, grabbing one of Yuan Qiu's arms, pulling and twisting violently. Crack! Another crisp sound rang out.

Yuan Qiu's arm was cleanly dislocated, and the intense pain made him let out a pig-like howl. But it wasn't over yet.

Yun Bai lowered his body, instantly closing in to get behind Yuan Qiu. His left hand, like an iron hoop, tightly choked Yuan Qiu's neck, while his right hand pressed down on the top of his head. "Die!"

A scalp-numbing sound of a neck bone breaking rang out. Yuan Qiu's fat head tilted to one side at a bizarre angle, the terror in his eyes instantly frozen, and his body went limp like mud.

Yuan Qiu! Dead!

This was the absolute crushing superiority of a First Realm Cultivator over Initial Realm Cultivators. Once a First Realm Cultivator broke free from restraints and seized the initiative, no matter how many Initial Realm Cultivators there were, they were merely lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Especially when it was Yun Bai, who at this moment had abandoned all defense, seeking only destruction.

Yun Bai's chest heaved violently, and his eyes burned with an irrepressible, monstrous killing intent! No grudges, no enmity? Yet they wanted to put him to death.

However, he was not completely consumed by rage. Forcing down the turbulent pain in his Meridians and the agitation in his Dantian, he quickly fished out his last healing Medicinal Pill from his bosom and swallowed it without hesitation. The medicinal power dissolved, barely stabilizing the injuries within his body.

As he slowly raised his head, his cold gaze swept across the entire room. Whether they were standing, squatting, or lying down, every prisoner stared at him in sheer terror, as if looking at a primordial Vicious Beast ready to devour people. The entire cafeteria was deathly silent, with nothing left but heavy breathing and repressed fear.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Everyone, for f*ck's sake, get down!" From outside, the long-overdue, blustering roar of a prison guard finally came.

"Get down! All of you, get down! Hands on your heads!"

A large group of heavily armed prison guards rushed into the hall as if facing a formidable enemy. Seeing the wounded and dead strewn across the floor and Yun Bai standing in the center like a demon god, they all gasped in cold air!

"Get down! Did you hear me! Get down now!" The guards brandished their weapons and roared sternly.

The prisoners, who had long been scared out of their wits by Yun Bai, now acted as if they had heard a pardon, hurriedly holding their heads and squatting down, their bodies trembling.

Compared to the shouting of the guards, they feared the human-shaped Vicious Beast named Yun Bai even more. That sky-high killing intent had already been deeply branded into the depths of their Souls.

Yun Bai did not squat down. He stood quietly in place, his blood-stained prison uniform tattered, his body still carrying the Evil Qi from the fierce battle. His cold gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing through the chaotic crowd and stabbing straight at the group of late-arriving prison guards.

"What's the matter?" Yun Bai's voice was not loud, but it carried a cold mockery that clearly spread throughout the deathly silent cafeteria, "My esteemed officers, now... you know to come?"