Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 173: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

No technique, no aesthetics.

Chen Ming relied on a strategy of either tactical infiltration when poor or saturation bombing when rich.

Whether it was venomous poison, poison explosions, Destructive Death Ray, or poison deathly realm, none of these mattered. Chen Ming's goal was simple: to directly kill the enemy.

Although the madwoman wanted to enhance her combat strength through a burst of emotional memories, Chen Ming was well aware of the strategy to strike while they were weak. The moment the enemy paused, Chen Ming spared no expense, concentrating all his firepower.

She felt as though, with just a little more effort, she could grasp something important. But under Chen Ming's interference, that something remained out of reach. It seemed as though she could trigger her emotional memory burst at any moment, but she simply couldn't manage it.

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Chen Ming's domain had a rule-based execution ability. Whether the target's state dropped below 10% of its full potential or its attributes were less than 10% of Chen Ming's, they could be forcibly executed. Under Chen Ming's bombardment, the madwoman was quickly approaching the execution threshold.

Just when she was about a hair's breadth away from the execution line, the world suddenly changed. Chen Ming felt his soul power suddenly become obscure, and an indescribable malice surged throughout the heavens and earth.

Greed, envy, hatred, indifference, madness.

All kinds of malice were aroused, and all sorts of evil began to coalesce. This boundless malice assaulted Chen Ming's spirit, trying to turn him into its puppet.

However, Chen Ming was unique. While this malice caused him discomfort, it couldn't affect him in his current state of full firepower.

Seemingly aware of this issue, the malicious power began to converge on the madwoman, who was on the verge of being executed by Chen Ming. Under the influence of an unknown force, pure malice transformed into raw power.

Her soul power increased, her vitality recovered, and her martial soul was strengthened.

In an instant, the madwoman's state returned to its peak, even breaking through to a new level. Everything looked perfect—except for her blood-red eyes and eerily calm expression, which constantly testified that she had become a puppet of some existence.

Perhaps if her emotional memory burst had succeeded earlier, she might not have completely lost her sanity under this evil power. However, due to Chen Ming's constant interference, her best outcome was becoming a puppet.

"Ah!"

"Come!"

Under Chen Ming's bombardment, she released her martial soul's true form. However, instead of falling into a weakened state, she skillfully dodged and resisted Chen Ming's saturation attacks.

With a low murmur, a dark red light flew toward her from a distance and landed in her hand.

It was a small fragment stained with fresh blood. Under her soul power's influence, the fragment quickly expanded and transformed into a massive, semi-transparent scythe.

Spider silk wrapped around her body, weaving into sturdy armor. The ominous blood-red force dyed the originally colorless armor a dark red hue.

As the scythe swung, a massive slash composed of soul power effortlessly cut through Chen Ming's poisonous domain and explosions, heading straight for him.

Within that slash, Chen Ming felt intense malice and a grave threat. It was a power born from the fusion of soul power, spiritual energy, and even life force—its destructive force far exceeded the limits of soul power. Even for Chen Ming, who had activated his indestructible diamond body, it posed a deadly threat.

Chen Ming hurriedly dodged, but the slashes came one after another. Although their power varied, all of them were strong enough to breach the limits of his soul power armor.

Chen Ming was busy evading, pushing his soul techniques to their absolute limit. His entire being was shrouded in a dense poisonous cloud, yet he still couldn't break free from the enemy's lock-on.

The puppet, encased in armor, charged forward, skillfully and lethally swinging her illusory scythe. She easily severed Chen Ming's soul techniques. Whether it was intangible poison or explosions, all were eroded by the sword aura formed from overwhelming sword intent and killing intent.

Yes, sword intent.

Although the puppet wielded an illusory scythe, Chen Ming could see that her moves were unmistakably a form of incredibly profound and murderously intense swordsmanship. Even though Chen Ming had never witnessed the Sword Douluo fully unleash his Seven Kill Sword Technique, he was certain that even Sword Douluo couldn't match the swordsmanship of the puppet wielding the scythe before him.

Though no words were spoken and no divine power of the Asura God was displayed, Chen Ming could swear on his future happiness that the one controlling this puppet was undoubtedly that damn Asura God.

Even if she was using the divine power of the Rakshasa God and wielding a scythe, since when did the Rakshasa God possess such sword intent?

If someone claimed the Angel God had swordsmanship of this caliber, Chen Ming wouldn't argue. But the Rakshasa God? She was supposed to specialize in scythes!

Despite Chen Ming's efforts to block the enemy, the puppet continued to close in rapidly. Even as Chen Ming exerted himself to the fullest, resisting with all his might, he found it difficult to hold his ground against the swordsmanship and sword intent of this divine-level domain.

Under immense pressure, Chen Ming gritted his teeth and tried to imitate the enemy by fusing his spiritual energy, life force, and soul power, then injecting his insights into it.

The difficulty of combining 1 + 1 + 1 was far greater than 1 + 1. Even with Chen Ming's current level, he could only barely manage the fusion. Adding will and laws into the mix made it even harder.

But under the pressure of life and death, Chen Ming finally broke through the barrier that had troubled him for so long and reached a new realm.

"Poison Sovereign Descent!"

Chen Ming threw a punch. Extreme poison blended with extreme power erupted at that moment. The entire world seemed to bow before Chen Ming. That punch was profound and unstoppable, smashing toward the puppet.

The perfect combination and explosion of unparalleled power and unparalleled poison displayed a force that surpassed most Title Douluos. Despite her formidable swordsmanship and illusory Rakshasa scythe, the puppet was struck squarely by Chen Ming's punch and sent flying like a rocket.

Her armor-covered body was deformed by the blow, and the illusory Rakshasa scythe in her hand was blasted away, shattering into fragments that buried themselves deep in the earth. But Chen Ming didn't let his guard down and remained on high alert.

An opponent willing to cheat on the board likely wouldn't hesitate to flip the table. Winning on the board meant preparing for the board itself to attack.

Although much of the Rakshasa God's power had been consumed by Chen Ming's punch, another force began to gather in the heavens and earth.

It was a power Chen Ming had sensed before—not long ago, near the bloodstains on the giant ivory tusk at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The puppet's twisted body was forcibly reassembled by an invisible force. A blood-red domain unfolded from her body and instantly evolved.

The spider silk transformed into the shape of a longsword, which was then stained by the blood-red aura. The puppet charged toward Chen Ming with several times the speed from before, finally uttering her first words.

"Asura Assault."

The massive blade pierced through Chen Ming's soul armor and plunged deeply into his body. The terrifying power wreaked havoc inside him, while pure killing intent assaulted his spirit.

Just as the Asura God's consciousness hidden within the puppet thought this meddler would die under this move, it suddenly saw Chen Ming, with its blade impaling him, reveal a strange smile.

A golden short staff appeared in Chen Ming's hand. Grabbing the puppet's arm, his scorpion tail erupted, piercing through the puppet's dark red armor. Following the cracks, Chen Ming drove the short staff directly into the puppet's core.