Poison God's Heritage Chapter 833 ITS TIME FOR D-D-DDD-DUEL

Chapter 833 ITS TIME FOR D-D-DDD-DUEL

The ground trembled violently as the Wisest Sun's hand made contact with it, sending ripples of energy coursing through the very earth beneath us. It wasn't just a mere quake; this was the embodiment of a primordial force that shook the foundation of everything around. Rocks began to rise, floating like weightless islands in the air, while others sank into the abyss, swallowed by the depths below.

The cryptic formation the Cryptic Sun had spent so much time weaving was being dismantled in mere moments, unraveling like a threadbare tapestry caught in a storm.

Chunks of land cracked and shattered, their once rigid structures reduced to drifting debris. It was as if the world itself was being torn apart by invisible hands, and amidst this chaos, the truth of the Cryptic Sun's lair was revealed.

A few hundred meters below, buried deep in the s.h.i.+fting terrain, was the entrance to the Death Sun's hideout—a gigantic skull, with its gaping maw acting as the door to a forgotten h.e.l.l. The skull's jawbones were open wide, an ominous welcome, and there, guarding its entrance, were three figures.

A short, hunched-over man stood at the front, his posture betraying the savagery in his eyes. To his right, the Cryptic Sun himself hovered with an air of superiority, his body pulsing with complex formations that danced like electric arcs across his skin. And then there was a third figure, younger and leaner, with a serpent coiled around his back, its beady red eyes locking onto me like prey.

The serpent hissed, and instantly, my eyes turned a deep, glowing green—the mark of my connection with the Primordial Serpent G.o.d stirring within me.

The Wisest Sun's calm, measured voice echoed in my mind as I stepped forward. "Shen Bao, that one is your trial," he said, indicating the serpent-bearing cultivator. "Though he is a pseudo-Heaven Stage, he has yet to fully ascend, but he is far stronger than your average Origin Shattering cultivator. I do not ask you to defeat him—only that you survive. That will be enough."

I nodded, not in the mood for drawn-out pleasantries. "Sure," I said with a calmness I didn't fully feel. My mind was already calculating, already figuring how long I could drag this out while the others dealt with bigger problems.

The serpent-cultivator sneered, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "They speak as if a mere child of the Origin Stage can last against me. Come, face me!" His voice was a twisted invitation as he floated to the side, beckoning me into a duel.

I didn't budge.

Confusion flickered in his eyes as he halted mid-flight. "What's the matter?" he barked. "Are you too scared to fight me one-on-one?"

"Are you stupid?" I responded, my voice laced with irritation. The cultivator blinked, unsure of what to make of my words.

"I didn't come here to duel you," I continued. "I'm here to save a friend, not stroke your pathetic ego. If your goal is to stall me, then you're better off standing at that door like the guard dog you are."

The Blue Sun, standing beside me, couldn't suppress her laugh. She hefted her ma.s.sive t.i.tan-slaying hammer, resting it casually on her shoulder, though the weight of it was enough to crush mountains. The hammer was absurdly oversized, its dense metal glistening with raw power, and yet she held it as if it were no heavier than a twig.

"You're right, Shen Bao," the Blue Sun said, her voice thick with amus.e.m.e.nt. "We're not here for duels. We're here to kill." Then she turned her cold gaze toward the enemy. "Now LEAVE."

Her shout reverberated across the area, a booming command that shook even the air itself. The pressure of her voice caused the very ground to crack, and the aura she emitted would have sent lesser men fleeing for their lives. But the three at the skull's entrance remained unfazed, their smirks growing wider.

"They're adamant about breaking in," the Cryptic Sun mused, his voice slick with arrogance. "But unfortunately for them, it's too late. Both Suns are already dead!" His fingers moved in an intricate dance, summoning a web of formations that spiraled into existence around him.

The sky above darkened as if the heavens themselves had been torn open, and fire, thick and molten, poured forth in a deluge aimed straight at us.

The Wisest Sun moved his fingers in reply, plucking invisible strings of law. At his command, the flames died out instantly, snuffed like a candle in the wind. What had once been a roaring inferno was now nothing but cold, lifeless air.

It was a game of strategy, a contest of wills. The Cryptic Sun's formations—designed to incinerate us where we stood—were countered with ease by the Wisest Sun's mastery over the fabric of reality itself. One crafted chaos; the other brought balance.

But the Blue Sun had no patience for such finesse. She charged forward, her hammer raised high, its immense weight causing the air around it to ripple. Her goal was clear: she intended to crush the entrance to the lair beneath the full might of her weapon.

The short-statured man appeared beside her in an instant, his hands moving faster than the eye could follow. "Transfer!" he yelled, laying a hand on her hammer just before it struck.

In a heartbeat, the Blue Sun's face twisted in agony as her own weapon's force was reflected back at her. It was as if she had been struck by the very hammer she wielded, and the impact sent both combatants flying miles apart. The short-statured man lost his arm in the process, the limb completely obliterated by the transfer of energy, yet he smirked through the pain.

I barely had time to register this before the serpent-wielding cultivator lunged at me. His claws, dripping with a venom so potent it practically hissed in the air, sank into my ribs. I felt the sharp pain as his talons pierced through my flesh, but I smiled through it, staring him directly in the eyes.

He met my gaze, confusion flickering behind his confident facade. "What a weak man," he sneered, ripping his claws free from my side. Blood sprayed from the wound, and the venom began to spread rapidly, blue and purple veins crawling across my skin like dark lightning.

"Now die," he hissed, "a most painful death. There is no cure for this poison!"

I dipped a finger into the wound, smearing the venom across it, and then raised it to my lips. "Doesn't taste that lethal, honestly," I said, licking the poison casually as though it were nothing more than an exotic spice.

The cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief. "What… What are you?"

I laughed softly. "You think you're the only one who knows poison?"

He took a step back, his confidence shattering. "But… Not even Du Shen could survive this!"

Seems no one gave him the memo. The Du Shen of the Beyond is not the Du Shen of the Vast Expanse. The well known Du Shen of the Beyond had to give up that t.i.tle to me. Only I am Du Shen!

"FOOL!" came the Cryptic Sun's furious shout as he continued his duel with the Wisest Sun. "He is impervious to poison!"

Fear consumed the serpent cultivator's face as the realization sank in. With a wide grin, I blew a thick, dark cloud of the venom back into his face—his own poison, distilled and amplified a hundredfold. The toxin latched onto his skin, searing through his flesh like molten acid. He screamed, his voice a ragged cry of pure agony, his body convulsing as the venom did its work.

Panicked, he activated a talisman, vanis.h.i.+ng from sight and reappearing several feet away. He downed a handful of pills, desperately stabilizing himself as he fought off the poison's effects. Discover exclusive content at empire

"See," I said, calmly strolling toward him, "there's always a cure if you look hard enough."

The cultivator backed away, trembling in disbelief. How could a mere Origin Stage cultivator—barely sc.r.a.ping into power—have done this to him, a pseudo-Heaven Stage warrior? Shame burned in his eyes, and desperation clouded his mind.

The serpent that had been coiled around his back lashed out at me in a last-ditch effort to protect its master. It hissed and bared its fangs, but before it could strike, my right arm morphed into the form of the Primordial Serpent G.o.d. A blur of motion, too fast to follow, and the red serpent was devoured whole in a single, fluid movement.

"You! THAT SNA—" the cultivator's voice cut off as I stepped forward.

"Fake and Real," I interjected, cutting him off before he could finish the insult. The last thing I needed was the Primordial Serpent G.o.d flying into a rage and destroying the entire Dark Garden. She cannot be called a Snake, if she ever hears that, especially from my mouth, she'll once again lose her sanity, and grow to the grotesque planet devouring primordial.

No one wants that, it's like summoning a planet into a prison cell while we're all inside it.

With a simple thought, I expanded my domain, swallowing the man within it. His voice was silenced instantly, his mouth erased from existence as I willed it so.

"You see," I said, as I loomed over him, "I was hoping to test my improved domain on a stronger foe. But you're not worth it."

The man's eyes widened in panic as he realized he couldn't escape, his limbs moving as if trapped in slow motion, every attempt to retreat only bringing him closer to me. My Soul Sealing Stake manifested in my hand, a twisted weapon made from the dark tortures of the Darkest Sun's cruelest arts.

I then swung my stake against his surprised form.