Chapter 340: I Only Want to See a Dead Emperor Xue Ye!
"Qian Daoliu, who is invincible in the sky... so what?"
With a cold sneer, not a hint of fear toward the super Douluo could be heard in Tang Chuan's voice, only an unquestionable certainty and a faint mockery.
"Want to save someone from my hands? Hmph."
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly condensed, no longer restrained, and instantly transformed into a streak of blue light, moving at extreme speed, shooting toward the distant horizon without hesitation!
Wherever the streak of light passed, a frost trail that lingered for a long time was left in the air, and the air emitted a strange booming sound of being frozen and then instantly pierced through.
His determined momentum clearly showed that even in the face of the intervention of Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, he would intercept Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others; at the very least, he would make them pay a heavier price!
The instant his figure disappeared, a cold voice, refined like a thread, was precisely transmitted into the ears of Dugu Bo, Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, and the others in the ruins below.
"Today, I only want to see a dead Emperor Xue Ye."
Hearing this, a green light flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes, and he quickly exchanged a look with Yang Wudi beside him. Both men were clear-minded and decisive, and they instantly understood the deep meaning behind Tang Chuan's words: Emperor Xue Ye must die, and furthermore, it must be a death that was advantageous to their side.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi stumbled over with the support of Niu Gao. His face was pale, his aura was unstable, and it was clear that his Soul Power had been greatly consumed.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is still over at the Sleeping Quarters! Quick, go look for him!" Looking at the imperial palace which had turned into a pile of ruins, Ning Fengzhi seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said urgently.
Hearing this, everyone dared not delay and immediately rushed toward the approximate location of Emperor Xue Ye's Sleeping Quarters in their memory. Following that, amidst the broken walls and ruins, they relied on their powerful Spiritual Power as Soul Masters to quickly lock onto the approximate position of Emperor Xue Ye.
"Here!"
Niu Gao suddenly let out a low roar. He crouched down, his Armored Giant Rhino Martial Soul appeared, and his arms erupted with great strength. Together with Yang Wudi and the others, they quickly cleared away the piled-up ruins.
Soon, the figure of Emperor Xue Ye was revealed.
At this moment, he was lying beside the frame of a broken bed, his body covered in thick dust, his magnificent imperial robes tattered, and his complexion showing an extremely abnormal color intertwined with dark green and gray-white. His breathing was as thin as a gossamer thread, and his eyes were tightly closed; it was clear that he had been poisoned at the very beginning of the palace coup.
Afterward, he was affected by the collapsing palace and was already on the verge of death.
"Your Majesty!" Looking at the scene before him, Ning Fengzhi immediately rushed forward, his fingers trembling as he placed them on Emperor Xue Ye's pulse. His face became even uglier, and he said with a trembling voice:
"The toxicity has already penetrated deep into his lungs and organs, and his Soul Power is dissipating... ordinary means are likely..."
Speaking up to this point, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi, his eyes filled with the last glimmer of hope: "Poison Douluo, Clan Chief Yang, you two are both great experts in using and detoxifying poisons. Could you... try your best? As long as you can temporarily stabilize His Majesty's vitality..."
Dugu Bo crouched down, raised his hand to feel Emperor Xue Ye's pulse, and emerald green Soul Power flowed at his fingertips. After carefully examining him, he furrowed his brows and shook his head, saying: "The poison from Spirit Hall is strange and sinister; it has already entangled with His Majesty's Origin. Forcibly detoxifying it will likely cause immediate death."
His words were half-true and half-false. The poison Emperor Xue Ye was suffering from was indeed tricky, but with his methods as Poison Douluo, if he risked consuming his Soul Power, it was not impossible to temporarily sustain his life.
However, Tang Chuan's words from just a moment ago were still ringing in his ears; how could he possibly really save him?
Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi stepped forward with a solemn expression and said: "Let me see."
The next second, he grasped Emperor Xue Ye's other wrist, and the Soul Power within his body transformed into a trace of extremely fine probing force, silently slipping into his body.
A moment later, Yang Wudi slowly withdrew his palm and said to Ning Fengzhi in a deep voice: "School Master Ning, the poison has reached the vital organs, and most of his life is already gone; even a deity would find it hard to save him. However..."
He paused, glanced at Dugu Bo, and their eyes met once again.
"However what?" Ning Fengzhi asked urgently.
Yang Wudi's brows were tightly locked, his expression so solemn it seemed water could drip from it. He said in a deep voice: "However, my Yang family has a secret ancestral technique called the Evil-Breaking Pulse-Guiding Needle, which specializes in treating conditions of intertwined strange poisons and severed vitality. This method is overbearing; it requires using golden needles to pierce acupuncture points, forcibly stimulating His Majesty's remaining Origin, and guiding the toxicity to temporarily gather in one place. It might be able to buy His Majesty... three to five hours of consciousness."
"But this method is extremely dangerous. During the procedure, His Majesty will have to endure the pain of bone-scraping and heart-gouging, and the success rate... is less than thirty percent. Once it fails, the toxicity backlash will intensify, and His Majesty will likely immediately..."
"Immediately what?" Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's heart instantly tightened, and he asked in pursuit.
"Immediately die from the poison, and... the state of death will appear even more hideous and painful. To outsiders, it will look as if the toxicity suddenly lost control and erupted." Yang Wudi's voice carried no emotion as he said this with a straight face.
Ning Fengzhi's face turned deathly pale, and his body swayed.
A thirty percent chance of survival, having to endure immense pain, and if it fails, a more miserable death...
Following that, he looked at Emperor Xue Ye, whose breath was almost non-existent, and then thought of the devastated Empire at this moment. As the School Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he had to consider the most realistic path for his Sect.
After all, once there was no support from Emperor Xue Ye, it would likely be extremely difficult for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to rebuild itself.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only deep pain and determination remained in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
"Your Majesty has reached such a state... even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must try our best! Clan Chief Yang, please... feel free to proceed! I, Ning, will bear all the consequences alone!"
Yang Wudi looked deeply at Ning Fengzhi, his gaze seemingly confirming the other party's true intentions, then slowly nodded and said: "Since that is the case, I, Yang, will try my best. Please everyone step back a little; the procedure requires absolute quiet and cannot be disturbed."
Ning Fengzhi, Niu Gao, and the others stepped back a few paces as instructed, watching with nervous expressions.
Dugu Bo tacitly and quietly released a layer of extremely faint Green Phosphorus Poison Mist. It was not dense, just lingering around Yang Wudi and Emperor Xue Ye, ostensibly to isolate external impurities and stabilize the toxic aura around His Majesty's body, but in reality, it cleverly interfered with others' perception of subtle Soul Power fluctuations.
Yang Wudi took out an ancient-looking needle pouch from his bosom and spread it open, revealing the long and thin golden needles of varying lengths inside, which emitted a cold, eerie luster. The next second, with a solemn expression, his fingertips picked up the longest golden needle, infusing it with Soul Power, and the tip of the needle immediately spat out an inch of cold light.
"The first needle, Guiding Poison to the Void."
With a low shout, his wrist as steady as a rock, the golden needle precisely pierced into the vital acupuncture point on Emperor Xue Ye's chest.
This needle appeared to be guiding the toxicity, but in reality, it used sharp Soul Power as a guide to silently shatter a hidden meridian that maintained the vitality of the heart pulse.
Emperor Xue Ye's body trembled imperceptibly, and his complexion seemed to turn a shade darker, a mix of green and black.
"The second needle, Suppressing Soul and Fixing Martial Soul."
Another needle fell, piercing into the center of Emperor Xue Ye's eyebrows.
The Soul Power carried by this needle was even more insidious, simulating the illusion of temporarily stabilizing the Soul, but in reality, it quietly accelerated the dissipation of Emperor Xue Ye's Spiritual Power, which was already on the verge of collapse.
Yang Wudi's technique was extremely fast, and his accuracy in identifying acupuncture points was precise. Golden needles fell one after another, each accompanied by his low and professional light shouts. With each needle that fell, Emperor Xue Ye's body reactions exactly matched the symptoms of the toxicity being guided and the pain intensifying.
Only he and Dugu Bo, who was close at hand and cleverly concealing everything with poison mist, knew that wherever these golden needles passed, they were not guiding, but destroying the body and catalyzing the toxicity.
Especially the last three needles.
Yang Wudi even utilized the secret, never-to-be-revealed meridian-cutting technique of the Breaking Clan, completely sealing off the few remaining nodes of vitality within Emperor Xue Ye's body.
And simulated the illusion of the toxicity suddenly gathering and erupting.
The whole process took no more than a few minutes.
When Yang Wudi slowly twisted out the last golden needle, Emperor Xue Ye suddenly convulsed violently, a strange rattling sound issued from his throat, and then he suddenly opened his eyes!
But there was no luster in those eyes, only a void of deathly silence and pain.
Immediately, his complexion suddenly turned into an eerie purple-black, and thick, ink-like, foul-smelling poisonous blood seeped out from all seven orifices simultaneously!
"Your Majesty!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in shock.
Seeing this, Yang Wudi's expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Not good! Toxicity backlash! I can't suppress it!"
Before the words had even faded, Emperor Xue Ye's stiffly raised arm fell listlessly, his purple-black face completely froze, and there was no more breath; his state of death was extremely miserable.
Yang Wudi stumbled back a step, his face like golden paper. He secretly injured some of his own Meridians, and a wisp of blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth. His voice carried endless regret as he said: "I, Yang, am unskilled and have failed the task entrusted to me. Your Majesty... the poison has attacked the heart, and has already... passed away!"
Just at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps and the sound of armor colliding came from nearby.
"Imperial Brother!"
"Father Emperor!"
They saw Prince Xue Xing, bringing the Fourth Prince Xue Beng, as well as the Heaven Dou Empire military pillar, Marshal Ge Long, under the protection of a team of elite armored soldiers, finally breaking through the chaos on the periphery and arriving here.
At a glance, they saw Emperor Xue Ye lying in the ruins in a miserable state of death, as well as Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and the others surrounding him with expressions of grief and indignation.
Seeing this, Xue Beng's calves went soft, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
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