When the gray airflow and the blood-red spear met, a piercing corrosive sound was emitted.

The Poison Control Skill could indeed neutralize the spear formed by the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, and Yang Cheng finally saw a glimmer of hope; he wasn’t without a chance of victory.

However, in the next second, under the glow of the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, spears and swords once again formed, all assaulting towards him.

Yang Cheng dodged again; even a second’s delay would have all but skewered him.

The Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl could endlessly transform into new weapons, but his Poison Control Skill heavily drained his True Qi, and he couldn’t sustain it for long. Continuing like this could only lead to a slow death.

"Damn! Isn’t this just cheating?! Why can he use a magical treasure while I have to fight barehanded?"

Yang Cheng cursed, and when he looked up, the blades seemed as if they had eyes, stabbing towards him.

He couldn’t keep using the Poison Control Skill; he could only try his best to dodge.

Suddenly, a flash of insight struck him, and he looked towards the people of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, dashing toward them.

The spear locked onto Yang Cheng but couldn’t change direction in time; the moment Yang Cheng dodged, the spear directly pierced through one person’s chest.

Ssss...

When the spear touched flesh, it wasn’t the sound of a real blade piercing flesh but a corrosive sound, and the wound became rotten, the blood flowing out was a sickly green-black mixture, extremely nauseating to see.

Yang Cheng felt his scalp tingle, a chill rushing through his heart, thankful he hadn’t been hit by the spear; otherwise, even if it wasn’t fatal, the wound would rot.

However, he also found a temporary way to cope, which was to keep jumping in front of the other members of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

In just a moment, more than a dozen people from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect had been hit by the spear, all poisoned and collapsing to the ground, their bodies gradually rotting, eventually turning into a pool of green slime.

"Sect Leader, we can’t keep fighting! Stop now!"

The people of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect shouted, eyes full of terror, worried that they would be the next sacrifice in the battle between the two.

The smart ones had already moved beside Yang Rou and the others, meanwhile putting a knife to their throats.

"Damn it! If you dare make a move, I’ll slice her!"

The man holding a sharp knife against Yang Rou’s slender neck shouted angrily at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng was shocked, gritting his teeth: "Come at me if you have the guts; they are innocent."

"I don’t care if they are innocent or not! If I die, they’ll be buried with me!"

The man looked fierce, the sharp knife in his hand already breaking Yang Rou’s delicate skin, blood slowly oozing out.

Yang Cheng was extremely tense, cold sweat beading on his forehead, standing still, not daring to move. But the blades formed by the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl were coming.

In his ears, the sound of whizzing came, and if struck by those blades, he might lose the ability to retaliate.

"Xiaochen! Run! Don’t worry about us!"

Ni Qingyao shouted loudly.

Yang Rou was in tears, and the already sickly Yang Xiao was tremendously weak at this time, her body leaning softly against her sister.

Witnessing this scene, Yang Cheng was furious, biting his teeth, secretly operating his cultivation technique to gather True Qi in his palm.

In the next moment, he suddenly moved, and the surge of True Qi enveloped the three women, forming a protective shield.

Those holding the knives sensed something was wrong and were about to act when Yang Cheng shot over like a phantom.

Bang bang!

Where his fist landed, the parts struck on those people all caved in, and they flew away like rags.

After dealing with these people and rescuing Yang Rou and the three others, Yang Cheng sensed a dangerous aura.

However, by then it was too late to avoid; perhaps he could dodge at the limit, but the spear would immediately penetrate the three women’s bodies.

They were just ordinary people. Even if just scratched by the spear, they would be poisoned to death, so Yang Cheng absolutely could not dodge.

He shielded the three women in front of him, bearing the blow himself.

The powerful impact made Yang Cheng’s body uncontrollably lean forward, his back feeling as if it were being torn apart, the intense pain from the wound causing his hair to stand on end.

In the moment he fell, he quickly waved his hand, using True Qi to untie the ropes on the three women.

"Xiaochen!"

Yang Rou and Ni Qingyao shouted as they freed themselves from their bindings and rushed toward him.

"Don’t...don’t come over! Run, take Xiao Xiao and leave here; I can’t hold on."

Yang Cheng spoke with difficulty, with every word spitting out fresh blood.

Struggling to rise from the ground, he shielded the three women behind him, determined to buy time for them to escape.

"No, Xiaochen, we can’t leave!"

Ni Qingyao held onto his hand, resolutely refusing to leave, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

When Yang Cheng turned around, they clearly saw the wound on his back. His clothes had disintegrated, the skin and flesh charred black, slowly rotting.

They had never seen Yang Cheng injured so gravely, his body slightly curling up in pain.

"Xiaochen, I love you, I won’t leave you. Even if it means dying, I want to die with you."

Yang Rou’s voice trembled, tears rolling down like broken beads.

Weakly, Yang Xiao smiled: "Brother, I’m not leaving either. If you’re going to die, I wouldn’t last long anyway, might as well go together."

"Go! Listen to me, just go! If you stay, I can’t focus on dealing with him!"

Yang Cheng shouted, teeth clenched.

He knew this time he would likely die. No matter what, he had to send them away; staying here would surely lead to inhuman torture.

"Haha, still alive after being hit by the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, you really do have skills!"

"Too bad about such a perfect body and face; maybe I could try peeling your skin to help me get a new look!"

Thinking of this, Qian E became excited.

He’s had a strange illness since childhood, unable to be under sunlight—his skin burns after a short while under the sun, forming blisters, which after festering, leave ugly scars on his skin.

As he grew older, his appearance became increasingly horrific, with sparse hair, thick lips, protruding red-brown teeth, scaring many young children.

Villagers called him a monster, a cursed star; he had no friends, and even his parents abandoned him.

Forced to enter the deep mountains, he led a life of eating raw meat and blood, until he met an old man who taught him the cultivation technique, helped him become a cultivator, even gave him the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Pearl, and the name ’Qian E’, thus starting the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

His appearance was a lifelong pain, so he desperately wanted a new face, and Yang Cheng’s face was the kind of handsome image he desired.

Yang Cheng was disgusted by his thoughts, turning to the three women, saying coldly: "If you don’t leave now, we’ll truly lose any chance of survival."

"Trust me, as long as you escape safely, I will be alright."

"Once you get out, my bodyguards will meet you outside."

As soon as he said this, he stuffed a phone into Yang Rou’s hand and then used True Qi to push the three women away.