《When I died, All the Empresses Cried》Poison Dragon
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''I just want my sister, release her and I will leave.'' Wang lied as naturally as he breathed.
He didn't forget his lessons, he knew this sect and all of their allies would chase him and let the whole world know what kind of 'demon' he was. There was no way they would just let him go after he broke their array and humiliated them like this. They would stop at no end to restore their face.
''Young man, you only seem to be at the Deity Ascension stage, why don't you calm down before you make things worse for yourself? You are quite young, you still have a long life to live. Ending it prematurely here wouldn't do, am I wrong?'' Bao De, the guardian of the Heavenly Gold sect said as he stroked his beard in an aloof manner.
He was a hunched old man in taintless white clothes and a long white beard that matched his white hair. His half open eyes that showed how little he cared but anybody could see the intelligence and cunning hidden in those orbs.
''Sure,'' Wang agreed ''Give me my sister and I will leave. I don't want to be here either.''
Just as the old man was about to answer back, four middle aged man in golden suits came.
The one on the front who had dragon glyphs on his golden cloth bowed his head in a respectful manner and spoke with reverence in his voice.
''69th Generation Sect Leader of the Heavenly Gold sect, Bao He greets the Supreme Elder. I apologize for letting this matter disturb you. We will take care of it now.'' he said as he gave a death stare at Wang.
''No worries, I just finished my closed door cultivation, it's not so bad to see something unexpected after a few centuries of seclusion.'' Bao De shook his head, '' What sister is this kid talking about.''
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''We do not know. Just some crazy brat that wanted to court death in our sect. He must have used some special technique to temporarily break our barrier.''
''They kidnapped my sister!'' Wang cut the sect leader off.
''And where is that little sister?''
''Stop playing games, I kn-'' Wang stopped himself and took a deep breath.
'This is going nowhere...'
He needed another method.
'Should I just kill them all and find try to find her by myself?'
'They destroyed the artifact we use to track each other...'
''I'm the Poison Dragon of the DaoYu sect.'' he suddenly said.
He decided to use his fame as a solution. He was known as the Poison Dragon, the creator of the Ashen Royalty art the inheritor of the Black Dragon Emperor. Since he was always careful and never left any witnesses, nobody knew his name, but they knew his nickname. There was not a single lord in the entire region that didn't know his nickname.
Sect Leader's eyes furrowed.
''Do you even know who you are talking about? It see-''
An eerie purple gas started leaking out of Wang's sleeves.
''Where. Is. My. Sister?''
Supreme Elder Bao De looked at him and started laughing.
''Kid has some balls at least.''
Sect leader Bao He frowned for a second at his elder's crass attitude before ignoring it completely.
''Fine, I will be the hero and save the world from your evil.'' Sect Leader Bao He said as he leaped forward after signaling his subordinates to do the same.
''It seems like we won't fix anything like this...''
Wang said as the purple gas that was spreading out of his sleeves increased in volume.
A golden armor wrapped around Bao He and his three subordinates as they came closer and closer to him.
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Wang throat went through strange motions as if he reverse swallowed something thick and big and suddenly, a thick purple liquid shot out of it.
Purple liquid turned into a big needle in the air and separated into four needles.
''Just a Deity Ascension brat dares to break into our Sect just because we were busy with more important matters?'' Bao He shouted as he tried to slap the purple needle away.
The purple needle that was slapped exploded and completely covered his hand.
He scowled in pain as he shouted, ''Bao Ji! Bao Mu! Bao Li!''
His three subordinates dodged the needles instead of slapping them and attacked Wang instead of helping their leader as Bao He tried to extract the poison out of his limb.
A burly man covered in golden armor arrived first and tried to punch Wang with strength that would destroy anyone at Deity Ascension stage.
Bao De, the supreme elder watched from afar in interest, ''Let's see how does a brat at Deity Ascension stage fight four people at Dao stage.''
Just as the punch of the burly man was about to connect with Wang's face, a purple liquid covered his face.
Bao Mu, the burly man, punched the purple liquid, only to find it hard to move his hand even a single inch.
Poison seeped deep into his hand and penetrated through his bones as he kept trying to get his hand out of the purple liquid.
''Don't touch the purple liquid, it's an extremely powerful poison!'' their leader Bao De screamed from behind with rage fueled voice.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the poison out of his hand and he had to cut off his hand to get rid of it.
Looking at his subordinate struggling with the poisonous liquid he wanted to tell him to cut off his arm but he already knew it was already too late for him. His subordinate wasn't only weaker than himself, but he was also touching much more poison.
''Kill him before he kills you!'' he shouted at Bao Mu as he rushed over there.
Bao Mu on the other hand only whimpered quietly. He didn't even have the strength to punch back. He could feel that almost all of his inner organs were destroyed and the only reason his brain was fine was because his soul was guarding it.
Soon, his body turned into ashes.
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A silence took place as people watching the strange screen in the sky took in what just happened.
''This must be the Ashen Royalty Art! I told you!''
''Isn't he only at the Deity Ascension stage?''
''How can he toy with so many Dao level cultivators so easily?''
''He is indeed the previous incarnation of our hero. He was extraordinary in his previous life as well.'' Dark Graveyard Sect Leader nodded with respect.
''Is this Ashen Royalty Technique that powerful? Maybe he has a physique that enhances poisons.'' elder Ju Qiyang thought out loud.
''Or a treasure.'' a young master nodded.
Discussions broke around as everyone talked about what incredible things they just witnessed, on the other hand, the purple haired girl was staring at the screen quietly.
'So it can get this powerful...'
[My internet was gone for like 2 hours today... I'm using my phone's internet now. That's why I'm posting like 20 minutes late, sorry about that.]
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