In the mountain range.
Fang Chen rushed forward, leaving behind afterimages in the dense forest. But soon, he realized that his palm was stained with the Eight-clawed Centipede's blood.
Hiss!
The blood on his palm was corroding his flesh.
"Poison?"
Fang Chen frowned. Although the Eight-clawed Centipede was a very poisonous monster, its poison was mainly stored in its eight claws. It was impossible for its blood to contain poison.
He raised his palm and smelled it. His face changed slightly. This wasn't the Eight-clawed Centipede's poison, but someone else's.
Someone had injected poison into the Eight-clawed Centipede's blood. This poison was colorless and odorless, and when it mixed with the Eight-clawed Centipede's blood, its toxicity would increase tenfold.
Even a Ninth Level Sage Realm martial artist would lose their fighting strength after being infected with this poison.
"Someone is controlling the Eight-clawed Centipede to deal with me?"
Fang Chen guessed. He immediately used his ultimate force to refine the poison in his blood.
Hiss!
In a short while, the poison that could kill a Ninth Level Sage Realm martial artist was easily refined.
At this moment, rustling sounds came from the forest. Then, two figures appeared out of thin air. As soon as they appeared, they locked onto Fang Chen.
"Kid, your resistance is pretty good. You haven't collapsed yet." According to their prediction, after being poisoned, Lin Fan would lose his fighting strength and collapse within a few seconds.
However, Fang Chen was still standing steadily. His face was ruddy. It seemed that he was struggling to refine the poison.
"Don't waste your time. You can't refine the poison."
The other person said disdainfully. Over the years, who knew how many people had died at the hands of the two of them.
This poison was what they relied on to survive. It was always successful.
Everyone who was poisoned died in the end. There was no exception.
Therefore, in their eyes, Fang Chen was already a dead man. It was just a matter of how and when he would die.
"What do you want to do?"
Fang Chen asked calmly. Now that he had refined the poison, the two people in front of him were like ants. However, he didn't immediately attack. Instead, he wanted to ask if he could glean any useful information from them.
For someone who was about to die, the two of them were still very magnanimous.
"There's no harm in telling you. You're going to die anyway."
The black-clothed man said, "The two of us found an altar. That altar was left behind by a former Sovereign. However, we were unable to open it. We needed thirty-six thousand types of blood to open it."
"For so many years, us two brothers have been lurking here, using the Eight-clawed Centipede to confuse passing warriors. As long as they are poisoned, they will die in our hands. So far, we have collected thirty thousand drops of blood."
Hearing this, Fang Chen was also stunned.
The altar left behind by the Sovereign required 36,000 types of blood.
Only the liquid can open it.
As for those two people, they had already collected thirty thousand drops of blood. This meant that thirty thousand cultivators had died by their hands.
It was too cruel!
"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the heavens for being so cruel?" Fang Chen asked.
"Hmph, punishment by the heavens?
What a joke. As long as we collect enough blood, open the altar, and obtain the Sovereign's inheritance, we will be invincible in the world. Why would we be afraid of the heavens? "
"In the world of martial arts cultivation, the strong are respected. The fist is the absolute truth. If they die in our hands, they can only blame themselves for not being strong enough. If we have invincible strength, all schemes and tricks will be useless."
Fang Chen shook his head, "You shouldn't have thought of using me."
"Kid, you're about to die, and you still dare to threaten us?" The two of them looked at each other and then directly attacked.
However, an unexpected scene happened. They saw that Fang Chen did not lose his combat strength. Instead, he slapped out a palm that could topple mountains and overturn seas. The void palm hit one of them hard.
Suddenly, a scream was heard.
That person collapsed on the ground and lost his combat strength.
"Seventh Brother!"
The black-clothed man screamed loudly and kept retreating. His body was trembling. The palm just now was ridiculously strong. In so many years, he had never met such a powerful opponent. "Who are you?"
His voice was trembling, and his heart was filled with fear.
"Why is the poison ineffective on you?"
The blood of the Eight-clawed Centipede could increase the efficacy of their special poison by a hundredfold. In the past, all the Saint Realm warriors would definitely die if they were poisoned.
But now, this person was clearly poisoned, and there was still the Eight-clawed Centipede's blood on his hand, but he was unharmed. What was going on?
Could it be that he had managed to refine the poison in just a few seconds?
No!
The black-clothed man shook his head frantically, unable to believe it.
"Does it matter?"
Fang Chen stepped forward and came in front of the black-clothed man, and said calmly. It didn't matter who he was. What was important was that the two of them wanted to kill him, so they had to be prepared to bear the consequences.
"Kill."
The black-clothed man lowered his head and suddenly raised it. A ray of light shot out from his eyes, condensing into an icicle, and pierced Fang Chen's eyeball as fast as lightning.
Crack!
However, when the icicle arrived in front of Fang Chen, the latter casually smashed it with his palm.
The black-clothed man slumped to the ground the moment the icicle shattered.
The icicle contained a Primordial Spirit attack, which was his trump card. Even the icicle had shattered. Without a doubt, this person's strength was above the Ninth Level Saint Realm.
"Could it be … a half-step Primal Chaos Supreme?"
Only a half-step Primal Chaos Supreme could have such exaggerated strength.
"Where is the altar you found?" Fang Chen asked.
The black-robed man was like a walking corpse. He didn't say a single word, but it didn't matter. Fang Chen utilized his Primordial Spirit at the Dao Manifestation level and directly searched the man's soul. He quickly found out the location of the altar.
"Deep in the mountains?"
Fang Chen muttered to himself as he raised his head and looked into the depths of the mountains.
"Ah!"
With a scream, the black-clothed man died.
His Primordial Spirit couldn't withstand the power of a Primordial Spirit of the Primordial Spirit at the Primordial Spirit Level. It shattered and lost its vitality.
Swoosh!
Fang Chen flicked his finger, and the other person fell into a pool of blood.
Not even in their wildest dreams would the two of them have imagined that the poison that had always been effective would change and cause them to lose their lives.
Of course, this was just a small interlude.
As far as Fang Chen was concerned, the altar left behind by the Supreme-Grade powerhouse had successfully attracted his attention.
Before this, the only Supremes he had come into contact with should be Sky Dragon Supreme.
He had obtained Sky Dragon Supreme's heart and used the Ghost Weapon to refine it to the final step. He was just short of an opportunity to completely integrate it.
As for Fu Jian, he had only obtained his inheritance and had never come into contact with him.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Fang Chen could feel the heart in his body slowly beating. The Ghost Weapon had completely integrated Sky Dragon Supreme's heart into his, and the two had become one.
However, he could still feel a gap.