Fate-Defying Demon Emperor-Chapter 189: I Am the Fisher

Thanks to the Heaven-Deceiving Demon Bead, the appearance of Su Han and Lu Yunxian did not attract the attention of Ning Feifan’s group.

As Su Han headed toward the Poison Pond, the three of them were locked in the fiercest stage of their battle.

"Earth Rank Low Level Martial Technique: Blood Explosion!"

The Blood Poison Little Demon Lord, true to his title as the Heavenly Demon Cult’s top prodigy, was immensely powerful and not the least bit weaker than Qian Xuan. He held a gourd that somewhat resembled the Bloodthirsty Little Demon Lord’s Demonic Blood Taoist Calabash. However, this one was dark purple and engraved with formation patterns, giving it a remarkably sinister appearance.

At that moment, the Blood Poison Little Demon Lord activated the gourd, and clusters of poisoned blood shot out. Each was the size of a fist, saturated with deadly poison and reeking of an acrid, bloody stench.

RUMBLE!

The clusters of poisoned blood sped toward Ning Feifan and detonated in midair. Terrifying shockwaves swept through the area, distorting the air and causing ceaseless tremors. The Blood Poison Little Demon Lord’s attack not only had explosive power but also contained a lethal poison. As the blood clusters burst, they transformed into a toxic mist that hissed menacingly as it corroded everything it touched.

The Blood Poison Little Demon Lord was strong, but Ning Feifan, controlled by the Taiyin Demon Venerable, was stronger. Wielding the Rotting Poison Pearl, he swiftly activated it, unleashing a tidal wave of poisonous light that completely annihilated the Blood Poison Little Demon Lord’s attack.

"Taiyin Netherworld Sword Qi!"

Ning Feifan also cultivated the Taiyin Scripture. At this moment, the Taiyin Demon Venerable borrowed his body and Spiritual Energy to execute a powerful Martial Technique. This was a Heaven Rank Martial Technique, but due to Ning Feifan’s own weakness, its true power could not be unleashed. Even so, it was still comparable to an ordinary Earth Rank Martial Technique.

A pale white, frosty energy burst forth, weaving together in the air and rapidly condensing into a meter-long stream of Sword Qi. It flickered in and out of form, yet it was exceedingly sharp—almost tangible—and radiated a soul-chilling coldness. As the Taiyin Netherworld Sword Qi howled forward, it froze the air in its path, spreading a beautiful, shimmering ribbon of frost.

"Not good!"

Sensing the might of the Taiyin Netherworld Sword Qi, the Blood Poison Little Demon Lord’s expression changed. He quickly activated the Earth Fiend Demon Calabash in his hand, and an even greater torrent of poisoned blood flew out, condensing in the air to form a long spear of poisoned blood. This Earth Fiend Demon Calabash was an Intermediate Grade Dao Artifact of unparalleled power. Unlike the Bloodthirsty Little Demon Lord’s Demonic Blood Taoist Calabash, this one not only contained the Earth Fiend Dao Melody but was also filled with the Blood Poison Little Demon Lord’s own refined blood. It was the result of his painstaking cultivation over a long period, allowing him to command it with his will, making it far more powerful than a mere river of blood.

BOOM!

The spear of poisoned blood shot forward and collided with the Taiyin Netherworld Sword Qi. In an instant, blood-red light splattered everywhere as cold energy erupted. The terrifying shockwave from the battle swept outwards, unleashing continuous sonic booms and whistling sharply through the air.

However, the Blood Poison Little Demon Lord was ultimately outmatched. After the Taiyin Netherworld Sword Qi shattered his spear, its remaining force slashed a sword mark onto his arm. The wound did not bleed, as it had been instantly frozen shut by the cold energy.

"Earth Rank Low Level Martial Technique: Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!"

A grim roar erupted from behind Ning Feifan. The Ghost Taming Little Demon Lord, shrouded in dense yin energy, held a black, triangular flag. Thick black energy roiled from it, revealing faces contorted in agony. This was a Ghost Nourishing Flag, capable of nurturing souls for its master’s use. The Ghost Taming Little Demon Lord’s cultivation technique was related to specters, and every ghost within the flag—each one painstakingly captured—was comparable to a Martial Artist at the First or Second Layer of the Phenomenon Realm.

The Ghost Taming Little Demon Lord fiercely activated the flag, and the tormented faces flew out. With bodies of black fog that appeared and vanished unpredictably, they emitted piercing screams that bored into one’s mind, launching a powerful spiritual attack.

"Has the Heavenly Demon Cult really fallen this far? Is this paltry strength all you have?" Ning Feifan stood his ground, completely unafraid and thoroughly dissatisfied with the power displayed by the two Little Demon Lords.

"Demonic Sound Piercing the Ear!"

With a sudden roar, sound waves as sharp as swords shot from Ning Feifan’s mouth, piercing through hundreds of the ghostly spirits and leaving them blurred and faint, on the verge of collapse.

The Ghost Taming Little Demon Lord’s face changed drastically. He quickly retracted the spirits, his heart bleeding from the loss. He had obtained these souls only with great difficulty; the loss of even one would torment him for days. Now that they were all severely wounded, he had no idea how much time and resources it would take for them to recover.

"This man is strange. Let’s stop wasting our breath and go all out!" the Blood Poison Little Demon Lord said, his expression ghastly. He had come here intending to go on a killing spree, cut down Su Han, and then seize the treasures of the Supreme Cave Mansion. To his shock, he had failed to kill Su Han, and a large portion of the cave mansion’s treasures had already been taken by Ning Feifan. Now, even the inherited Supreme Treasure was at risk.

"Agreed!" The Ghost Taming Little Demon Lord gnashed his teeth and nodded. He knew that without defeating Ning Feifan, they could not seize the inherited Supreme Treasure. It was time to fight with everything they had.

"You two little whelps dare to show off in front of me? You are courting death!" Ning Feifan sneered, completely disregarding them. With the Rotting Poison Pearl in one hand and channeling the Taiyin Netherworld Cold Qi with the other, his combat power soared.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

The trio’s battle erupted once more, a ferocious conflict that quickly entered a white-hot stage. From a distance, the scene looked like the apocalypse.

Meanwhile, Su Han paid their fight no mind. He concealed his aura and moved carefully along the wall of the great hall, peering ahead. Although he was without the Heaven-Deceiving Demon Bead, his own strength was formidable. Combined with the speed of the Character Technique of Motion, he successfully reached the Poison Pond. The Hundred Poisons Liquid in the pond was terrifying, shrouding a ten-meter radius in a dense, poisonous fog. An ordinary person would be dissolved into a puddle of pus before they could even get close.

However, Su Han possessed the Sacred Body, making him impervious to all evils. Golden Qi-Blood boiled within him, emitting a divine aura that resisted the corrosive fog. Fearing he might alert Ning Feifan’s group, Su Han did not activate Dragon Phoenix Protection or Adorned with Stars and Moon. Instead, he relied solely on his Sacred Body to endure the toxic mist as he advanced step by step. Though his progress was slow, he finally reached the edge of the Poison Pond.

Gazing at the three Spiritual Medicines before him, Su Han’s eyes sparkled with delight. Without hesitation, he reached out, swiftly plucked the Dragon Blood Clover, and solemnly stored it in his Bronze Ring. With the clover secured, the weight on Su Han’s heart finally lifted. He then repeated the process, harvesting the Thousand Ice Cold Bird Flower and the Red Flame Vermilion Bird Fruit.

This Hundred Poisons Liquid is extraordinary. Even a Heavenly King Realm expert probably couldn’t withstand it.

Su Han did not overlook the Poison Pond itself. Reaching out, he retrieved his Demonic Blood Taoist Calabash and activated it with the Secret of the Soldier Character. Immediately, the Hundred Poisons Liquid rose like a stream and was sucked into the gourd. In a flash, the one-foot-square Poison Pond was drained completely dry.

Three Dao Medicines and tens of thousands of drops of Hundred Poisons Liquid—Su Han’s gains this time were immense.

"Who’s there?"

However, the commotion finally drew the attention of Ning Feifan and the others. They whirled around, their gazes landing directly on Su Han.