All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Chapter 267 Shen Moli

Just as Xue Yang finished making his threats on the martial arts stage, before Wang Tiezhu could even step onto the stage, a strange, dark green figure shot out from the depths of the crowd like a ghost!

It moved at an absurdly fast speed, bringing with it a pungent, fishy wind. Wherever it passed, even the air was filled with a faint green mist, and the grass on the ground withered and turned black instantly. Its toxicity was terrifyingly appalling!

"Since Senior Brother Xueyang is so eager to fight, then I'll accompany you in a battle!"

His voice was chilling and piercing, like a venomous snake's hiss, carrying a bone-deep coldness. As soon as it fell, the disciples below the stage felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively took a few steps back, their faces filled with fear.

Xue Yang's brows furrowed sharply, his crimson spiritual energy tensed instantly, and his eyes, sharp as knives, locked onto the person before him. His tone was icy cold: "Shen Moli?!"

Upon hearing this name, the disciples present instantly erupted in chaos, their faces turning deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror!

"Holy crap! It's Shen Moli! The core high-ranking official who opposed Elder Lingxiaozi's cultivation method!"

"My God! How dare he show his face? This guy is a notorious poison maniac!"

"Have you forgotten? Shen Moli is a ruthless character who sealed his cultivation three times! It's said that at his peak, he sealed his cultivation three times."

"And then there's his contracted beast, the Netherworld Poison King, a ruthless creature that can spew bone-corroding poison mist. Just a touch of it will obliterate your soul and spirit—it's terrifying!"

"His staff of a hundred poisons is even more sinister; its blade is covered in deadly poison. Anyone who touches it will be instantly poisoned, with no cure!"

Whispers rose and fell, and everyone looked at Shen Moli as if he were a vengeful ghost, even their breathing became cautious—everyone knew that Shen Moli was an out-and-out poison cultivator, and the kind of person who would stop at nothing and was ruthless.

Wei Yu, Xuan Qing, and the others also instantly became serious, their palms sweating.

"Oh no! It's Shen Moli! Why would he come out to cause trouble for Brother Xueyang at this time?" Xuan Qing lowered his voice, his tone full of worry. "This guy is a master of poisons. Brother Xueyang is good at close combat and is most afraid of this kind of ranged poison cultivator!"

Han Xuanxuan hugged her little rabbit doll tightly, her small body trembling slightly with fear. She whispered, "Brother Wei Yu, that Shen Moli looks so scary. Will Senior Brother Xueyang be alright?"

Xia Gui clenched his fists, his face pale: "Yes, Senior Brother Wei Yu, I heard his poison is very potent, Senior Brother Xue Yang must be careful!"

Xuan Qing stared intently at Shen Moli, his brows furrowed, and slowly said, "Something's not right. Shen Moli has always kept a deep hidden identity and never shows himself easily. His sudden challenge to Brother Xueyang today is definitely not that simple."

"Moreover, he is a key figure opposing Elder Lingxiaozi. His appearance at this time is probably... meant to cause trouble!"

On the martial arts stage, Xue Yang's expression grew increasingly grim, his mind already on high alert—he knew Shen Moli's true nature all too well.

A master of poisons, his contracted beast is the Netherworld Poison King. He is a powerful figure who has sealed his cultivation three times. His weapon is the Staff of a Hundred Poisons. He is a pure magic cultivator who is not good at close combat, but he has comprehended the terrifying Domain of a Hundred Poisons!

Such an opponent is a hundred times more difficult to deal with than Li Hu and Lin Feng, especially his Hundred Poisons Domain. Once activated, it will cover an area of ​​several feet in radius with deadly poison, making it impossible for melee cultivators to get close.

Xue Yang thought to himself: These people who oppose Elder Lingxiaozi are really going to cause trouble! Shen Moli's appearance at this time is probably not just a simple challenge, but may have a backup plan!

Suppressing his doubts, Xue Yang gripped his natal longsword tightly, his crimson spiritual energy surging wildly around him. His tone was arrogant yet tinged with wariness: "Shen Moli, are you really not afraid of death?"

"Knowing I excel in close combat, how dare you, a poison cultivator who is not good at close combat, provoke me?"

Shen Moli's lips curled into a sinister smile. His dark green robe fluttered without wind, and a faint green mist swirled around him. In his hand, he held a long, jet-black staff—the Staff of a Hundred Poisons.

The staff was about ten feet long, its shaft covered with strange black patterns, and a dark green poison crystal was embedded at the top, emitting a pungent, fishy smell. Just looking at it made people dizzy and numb all over.

"Heh, Xueyang, you're still as arrogant as ever." Shen Moli's voice remained cold, his eyes filled with disdain. "So what if you're good at close combat? Against my poison, you don't even have the right to get close to me!"

"Today, I'll show you what true poison cultivation power is, and I'll make sure you die knowing exactly what's going on!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Moli slammed the Hundred Poisons Staff into the ground. With a "bang," a dark green poisonous mist erupted from the ground and swept towards Blood Sun like a tidal wave!

Wherever the poisonous fog passed, the bluestone slabs of the martial arts arena were instantly corroded into small pits, emitting a pungent stench. Even the surrounding air became viscous, making it difficult to breathe.

"Holy crap! That's incredibly potent! Releasing poison right from the start, how shameless!"

"My God! That poisonous fog is terrifying! It's corroded the bluestone slabs. If it gets on your skin, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"Senior Brother Xueyang, get out of the way! Don't get hit by the poisonous mist!"

The disciples below the stage shouted loudly, their faces filled with anxiety, while the sect leader and elders on the high platform frowned, their eyes filled with solemnity—Shen Moli's poison was more terrifying than they had imagined.

Xue Yang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he showed no panic. He stomped his foot and shot backward like an arrow, while his crimson spiritual energy surged, forming a solid spiritual energy barrier that kept the poisonous mist out.

"Is that all you've got?" Xue Yang sneered, gripping his longsword. He flashed forward and charged toward Shen Moli—he knew very well that the best way to deal with a poison cultivator was to fight him in close combat and not give him a chance to use his poison!

He was incredibly fast, his body enveloped in crimson spiritual energy, like a fire dragon, and he instantly rushed in front of Shen Moli. The long sword in his hand, carrying immense force, slashed down fiercely towards Shen Moli's head!

"You're courting death!" Shen Moli's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly raised the Hundred Poisons Staff in his hand. The poison crystal at the top of the staff instantly burst out with a dazzling dark green light, and a thick poison vine shot out from the poison crystal, fiercely lashing towards Xue Yang's longsword!

The poison vine was dark green all over, its surface covered with tiny poisonous thorns, and it emitted a pungent, fishy smell. As soon as it appeared, it carried a destructive aura, clearly indicating that it was covered with deadly poison.

"clang!"

The longsword clashed violently with the poisonous vine, producing a crisp sound. Dark green venom instantly splashed up, landing on the training platform and corroding small pits in an instant, its toxicity terrifying to the extreme.

Xue Yang felt a sudden numbness in his arm as a strange poison spread along the longsword towards his arm. Startled, he quickly circulated his spiritual energy to force the poison back and retreated rapidly to create distance.

"Hahaha! Blood Sun, can you feel my poison?" Shen Moli laughed heartily, his tone full of smugness. "If you come into contact with my poison even once more, no matter how strong your physical body is, you will be corroded by the toxin and become a cripple!"

Xue Yang frowned, looking at the small patch on his arm that had been splashed with venom, which had turned black. Although the poison had been expelled by his spiritual power, he still felt a sharp, piercing pain.

He knew in his heart that Shen Moli's poison was indeed as good as its reputation suggested, and he could not be careless in the slightest. Once he was poisoned, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Shen Moli, all you know is these low-down poison techniques!" Xue Yang sneered, his crimson spiritual power surging once more, and the longsword in his hand bursting into flames. "Today, I will use the Burning Sun Technique to burn away your poison and reduce you to ashes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Yang gripped his longsword and charged towards Shen Moli again. This time, he did not rush in, but instead brandished his longsword, sending streaks of crimson flames towards Shen Moli. Wherever the flames passed, even the air was ignited, scorching the surrounding poisonous mist until it gradually dissipated.

Shen Moli's eyes narrowed, and he swung the Hundred Poisons Staff in his hand rapidly. One after another, dark green poison blades flew out from the staff and collided with Xue Yang's fiery blade light in the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another, crimson flames and dark green poisonous mist intertwined and collided in the air, forming blinding beams of light. Huge shockwaves swept outwards, causing the robes of the surrounding disciples to flutter and their hair to become disheveled.

The flames scorched the poisonous mist, emitting a pungent stench. The poisonous mist corroded the flames, gradually weakening their power. The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows, and for a time, it was difficult to determine a winner.

"Holy crap! That's awesome! Senior Brother Xueyang's Burning Sun Technique can actually counteract Shen Moli's poison!"

"My God! The two are fighting so fiercely, fire against poisonous fog, who will prevail?"

"Oh no! Shen Moli is about to unleash a powerful attack! Look at his Hundred Poison Staff, the poison crystals are getting brighter and brighter!"

Just as everyone was discussing, Shen Moli suddenly took a few steps back, his eyes turning extremely cold. He raised the Hundred Poisons Staff high in his hand, and the poison crystal at the top of the staff burst out with a dazzling dark green light. The poisonous mist around him gathered wildly and surged towards the Hundred Poisons Staff.

"Blood Sun, the game is over!" Shen Moli's voice carried a hint of madness. "Today, I will let you taste the power of my Hundred Poisons Domain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Moli slammed the Hundred Poisons Staff into the ground!

"Buzz—!"

With a deep hum, a dark green poisonous mist erupted from the center of the Hundred Poisons Staff, enveloping the entire training ground like a giant poison shield!

This is Shen Moli's innate domain—the Domain of a Hundred Poisons!

Within the domain, poison was everywhere, the air was filled with a pungent, fishy smell, and dark green poisonous spikes kept emerging from the ground. Even spiritual energy was corroded by the toxins, becoming sticky and unbearable.

Enveloped in the Hundred Poisons Domain, Xue Yang instantly felt a strange poison spreading through his pores into his body. He quickly activated the Burning Sun Technique, enveloping his entire body in crimson flames to resist the erosion of the poison. Even so, his face gradually turned pale.

"Hahaha! Xueyang, you're trapped in my Hundred Poisons Domain. No matter how strong your physical body is, you'll eventually be corrupted by the toxins and become my puppet!" Shen Moli stood outside the domain, laughing heartily, his tone full of smugness.

He is a magic cultivator and not good at close combat. The Hundred Poisons Domain is his strongest trump card. As long as he traps his opponent within the domain, he can slowly wear down his opponent with ranged poison attacks and eventually poison him to death.

The disciples below the stage were all shocked and their faces were filled with anxiety.

"Oh no! Senior Brother Xueyang is trapped in the Hundred Poisons Domain!"

"My God! The Hundred Poisons Domain is terrifying! Will Senior Brother Xueyang be alright?"

Wei Yu's eyes were solemn as he stared intently at the Hundred Poisons Domain on the martial arts stage, his fists clenched tightly. He knew that the longer Xue Yang was trapped in the domain, the more dangerous it would become. Once his spiritual power was exhausted, he would be corroded by the poison, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Xuanqing, you stay here with Xuanxuan and Xiagui, and don't move!" Wei Yu said quickly, his tone firm. "I'm going to rescue Brother Xueyang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yu's spiritual power surged, and he was about to rush towards the martial arts stage.

Just then, an old and majestic voice suddenly came from the sky, shaking the entire Lingxu Sect and breaking everyone's attention!

"Who goes there?! How dare you act so presumptuously in my Lingxu Sect!"