Three Sins Against Heaven-Chapter 86 – The Collision of Talent and Poison Arts

As the protective bell's phantom vanished, the ten golden swords aimed at Ghost Guest, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Ghost Guest threw out a black shield, which spun around him, blocking all ten golden swords.

The crowd was utterly stunned. Another mid-grade mundane tool!

Mark Ye frowned but quickly regained composure, controlling the golden swords to continue attacking Ghost Guest.

"I'd like to see how many mid-grade mundane tools you can produce!"

Under the attack of the golden swords, the black shield soon shattered again.

This time, Ghost Guest didn't take out another mid-grade mundane tool. Instead, he swallowed a handful of Windwalking Pills, disregarding the backlash, and pushed his speed to the limit, barely dodging the ten golden swords.

Even so, he was chased by the golden swords in a sorry state.

Fortunately, after a moment, the golden swords lost their luster and fell to the ground as fragments.

Ghost Guest secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When Mark Ye used his innate divine ability, he realized that such a terrifying power couldn't last long. As long as he held out until the ability ended, he would have a chance to defeat Mark Ye.

Yet, even so, under the attack of the golden swords, his body was already covered in deep, bone-revealing sword wounds, bleeding profusely, almost unable to hold on.

Seeing Mark Ye charging again, Ghost Guest released the last of his spiritual energy. The blood that had previously flowed on the ground exploded, transforming into a dense poisonous mist that enveloped the area.

Back then, just a few drops of his blood could poison Yu Sheng. Now, with so much blood spilled, once the poisonous mist entered the body, Mark Ye would soon be poisoned.

"Disperse!" A sudden gust of wind blew through, dispersing the poisonous mist at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing Mark Ye's unmoving figure.

Mark Ye held a translucent green bead in his left hand, drew out another flying sword, and slowly walked toward Ghost Guest. "I prepared a lot for you. This Poison Absorbing Bead was specially prepared for you."

He knew that saying this would draw attention, but once Ghost Guest was dead, even if someone suspected, would they seek justice for a dead man?

Ghost Guest, pale from spiritual energy exhaustion, had no strength left to resist. Yet, he remained unflustered, a mocking smile on his lips. "Is that so? But you don't know, I've prepared even more for you. Fall!"

Mark Ye sneered, about to retort, when his throat seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. He fell straight down, his pupils contracting violently, his face turning black, blood pouring from his orifices, and a chilling aura spreading through his body, making him tremble uncontrollably.

This aura was called death.

In a moment of crisis, Mark Ye took out the jade pendant given by his master from his storage bag and held it tightly. The pendant immediately emitted a gentle white light, protecting his heart. Yet, even so, the poison continued to erode his body, and death was only a matter of time.

Even a protective magical tool could only block external attacks, not much use against poison already inside the body.

Back when Ghost Guest poisoned him, the protective magical tool could protect his heart merely because the poison wasn't deep enough. Even afterward, he still needed to take antidote pills to remove the poison from his body.

Now, Ghost Guest was no longer the Qi Refinement Level One Spirit Slave with a damaged Qi Sea. After years of consuming ingredients, even a drop of his blood was highly toxic.

Ghost Guest struggled to stand, forming a seal with one hand. Vines burst from the ground, tightly wrapping around Mark Ye's body, with sharp thorns growing between them, piercing Mark Ye's body and continuously injecting poison into him.

The crowd below was bewildered, unable to understand how Mark Ye lost.

Just a moment ago, Mark Ye was holding the Poison Absorbing Bead, seemingly assured of victory. How did he get poisoned the next moment?

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The cultivator hosting the event at the edge of the field was stunned for a long time before finally coming to his senses and shouting, "Junior Brother, stop! If you continue, he'll die!"

Ghost Guest turned his head, giving the other a calm look. Though he was already a bloody figure, his aura weak, his eyes emitted a soul-stirring gaze. "Did he admit defeat?"

The cultivator was stunned by Ghost Guest's gaze, recalling Xie Ding'an's earlier instructions, and stopped trying to intervene.

Turn a blind eye.

Under the relentless erosion of the poison, the white light of the jade pendant finally dimmed, and the poison spread through Mark Ye's meridians.

Once the poison invaded the Qi Sea, not even a deity could save him.

"Stop!"

Xie Ding'an's furious shout suddenly rang out. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Mark Ye's side, breaking all the vines entangling him, and took out several pills to sustain Mark Ye's faint life. He turned to Ghost Guest, glaring with anger.

"Harming a fellow disciple, how dare you!"

Ghost Guest faced Xie Ding'an's murderous gaze without flinching, cupping his fists with a smile. "Thanks to Senior Brother's guidance, otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to win. But I didn't quite grasp the measure, so Senior Brother should save him first."

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"He's deeply poisoned, quickly take him to Senior Brother, hurry!" Xie Ding'an glared fiercely at Ghost Guest, handing Mark Ye to the cultivators who came with him, then stormed toward Ghost Guest.

Just when everyone thought he was going to attack Ghost Guest, he brushed past him and slapped the hosting cultivator hard across the face.

"Are you brainless? The outcome is decided, why didn't you end the match!"

The cultivator was slapped off the stage, got up holding his swollen face, eyes full of grievance, his expression seeming to say, wasn't it you who told me to do this?

The crowd immediately grasped the implication, smiling silently, watching the spectacle. Who in the Law Enforcement Hall wasn't a seasoned veteran?

Xie Ding'an looked at the smiling Ghost Guest, burning with anger, yet not knowing how to vent it.

He never expected that the words he said before the match nearly got Mark Ye killed.

And judging by the crowd's expressions, they probably thought he and Ghost Guest were in cahoots. Even if he wanted to explain, he couldn't, especially since his plans with Mark Ye couldn't be openly discussed.

Xie Ding'an calmed down after a while, waving his hand. "Harming a fellow disciple, someone, bind him. Seal his Qi Sea and send him to the cell to await punishment."

He had to do something, or the misunderstanding would never be cleared. When Mark Ye woke up and learned of these events, he would likely think he and Ghost Guest conspired, leaving him in a difficult position. Even if he couldn't act against Ghost Guest, he had to detain him for a while to show his stance.

However, he waited for a long time without any response, turning to scold, "Deaf?"

When he saw the cold-eyed young man in black standing at the forefront of the crowd, his scalp tingled, and his body trembled uncontrollably, finally understanding why no one responded.

"Deputy Hall Master, what brings you here?"

The young man in black smiled without warmth. "Xie Ding'an, quite the authority you have."