''I will show you the glory of the-'' Li Qiye's shouts were cut off before he could finish them as he had to dodge another stream of liquid poison in hurry.

''Have some dignity and fig-'' he had shut his mouth off once again as he dodged another stream of poison.

'I have no time for this.' Wang thought secretly as his eyes wandered around.

He was calculating the future as he fought with the prince.

'I have a few minutes at most, before someone comes here.'

His deep gaze found Li Qiye's muscly body.

'He is powerful, too powerful for me to kill quickly and get out of here.'

His handsome face frowned for a second before he sighed.

'Fighting him at close range would be the worst, but I have no other choice if I want to kill him quickly.'

His eyes wandered down to see Jiang Li's sorry figure.

She seemed to be trying to get out of her shackles as she gave little to no focus to the fight that was happening right next to her.

''Tsk.''

Wang suddenly leaped forward with a speed Li Qiye didn't expect to see from someone who was fighting at long range this whole time.

Purple wings sprouted out of Wang's back as they started to flood the area with his Ashen Royalty Art's poison.

'Thankfully, little Li has already gained almost complete immunity to my poison due to my long efforts. I can fight without worrying about endangering her life with my own poison.'

Even before a second passed, Wang was face to face with Li Qiye.

Li Qiye raised his arms to guard himself from Wang's almost claw like hands that kept sprouting out purple gas, but it was in vain as Wang spit the purple liquid into Li Qiye's face.

Before the purple liquid poison could reach Li Qiye, most of it was erased by the Flamy Dragon aura he had on his body.

A small part of the poison touched his face and immediately got inside his skin.

*Whoosh*

Suddenly, a strong and extremely hot gust of wind created by his Li Qiye's aura pushed back Wang's strong body as Li Qiye created even more distance by leaping backwards to extract the poison from his body.

Li Qiye's body flared up for a second before he spat out the purple liquid directly from his mouth.

''Oh, fuck off!'' Wang couldn't help but complain loudly.

''My Yang arts are focused on purifying, you damned vermin! Do you think I can reach the peak without a pure body? Your worthless poison won't work on me!'' Li Qiye shouted, hiding the fact that he could extract that poison only because the amount that got into him was very little and had to spend an incredible amount of effort during that short time to extract just that much.

'Well, that won't work twice...'

He tried to come up with new ways to defeat Li Qiye in a short amount of time, but nothing came to his mind. He could kill him, but not as fast as he would have liked.

He seemed to be in hesitation as his eyes swept between Li Qiye's cautious figure and Jiang Li's sorry figure.

Just a second after that, he stopped thinking.

''Ah, fuck it. Why not?'' he shouted loudly, as if he was frustrated at something.

After his loud exclamation, his body started going through some changes.

He grew taller.

He lost most of his muscles and looked skinny.

His healthy looking young body became saggy.

His blue veins shone brightly as they turned from blue to purple.

Just like Li Qiye, his veins all over his body were popping up as if there was simply too much blood for them to handle, but unlike Li Qiye, Wang looked weaker and frailer with his sickly disposition and purple veins.

'I really, really, really, really fucking hate this.' he sighed as he looked at his saggy, disgusting hands.

'Let's try some emotional damage...'

''Ashen God's Physique!'' he shouted out loud the forbidden technique he created just a few months ago.

This was his trump card, his last resort.

''Uh, everything hurts.'' he accidentally muttered as his mind became muddier and muddier.

Right now, there was a weird mix of blood and poison flowing through his body.

''Such a disgusting figure won't ever reach the peak!'' Li Qiye shouted victoriously as he chuckled between the lines.

'He must have paid a dear price to fight at my level for a few minutes. He is weakened now, I just need to kill him in this stat-' his thoughts were interrupted by a fast and boney figure that almost instantly appeared in his view.

'Wha-'

A slap to the face sent him flying through the expensive airship as he crashed through several expensive tools.

''Divine Face Slap!''

''Ugh.'' Li Qiye got up with a groan to see the disgusting, boney figure kneel down to his lovely slave/wife.

''How dare you!'' he shot up with fury as the flaming aura behind him flared up.

But there was a problem.

His knees felt weak, and his vision got dimmer.

He could no longer hear well and a piercing pain was on his face.

If he could look at him from the outside, he could see a gigantic and disgusting purple slap mark on his face.

His face was deformed with the purple poison as purple tears started coming out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Shortly after that, he lost his balance and fell.

A blue necklace hung on his neck shone brightly and almost instantly, Li Qiye spat out the purple liquid as the necklace broke down to pieces.

His muddy mind slowly became clearer and clearer as he got onto his feet.

His eyes which were filled with cautiousness and a hint of fear looked ahead to see the magical tool that was restraining his lovely slave/wife melted down with some kind of poison gas coming out of it, just under the feet of Wang's sickly feet.

'Where is my future wife?' he couldn't help but wonder even if he was in a life and death situation as the figure of his wife wasn't anywhere near his enemy.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait much before he found out.

''Divine Art of Nut Cracking!''