Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 199 - Unleashed

But this Domain is nasty, if I were to lose all senses I could easily be dead before I could even know it.

Yet, there was one little thing he didn’t account for, not the fact that I could easily break through his domain without a sweat.

But the fact that I could easily end him whenever I wanted to.

While I couldn’t see around me, I was sure the people watching this fight were able to see me raise my hand forward then snap my fingers.

The snap within the silence of this Domain, for me, it sounded loud as the following aftereffects of this snap showed themselves in a series of explosive bombardments. The very gravitational law shield that was pinning Qin Chu was rigged with so many explosive inscriptions that the mere thought of him surviving upon direct contact and impact would be hard to swallow.

Immediately, with the rocking Qin Chu received, the dark and gloom domain of his dissipated, and in front of me was the hard breathing, badly wounded, and heavily burnt and seared Qin Chu.

A cultivator was already in front of me with his sword too close for comfort, as it was directly in front of my forehead.

A drop of blood slowly trickled down my face, as the sword vibrated trying to carve my skull in, while another cultivator was stopping the sword from going into my forehead by the tip of two of his fingers.

"Junior Chu, you shouldn’t be this agitated, this is but a competition." The Soul Transformation cultivator said to the man who was trying to open a new hole into my brain.

"He crippled my son! I’ll have to pay him back!" the man said wrath and rage clear in his eyes. This man gave off a powerful Qi, stronger than a Nascent Soul, but less so than the Soul Transformation cultivator and one who oversaw this tourney.

"It doesn’t look like it, he took damage but nothing crippling. And it was your own son’s fault for not admitting defeat after being disadvantaged. Go back to your seat, old Chu, because even if we are sworn brothers, I will not tolerate someone who goes against my word. This tourney, none shall die, and you cannot interfere." The Soul Transformation cultivator said.

Sighing in defeat, the man removed his sword from my forehead and humped, loud enough that I was pushed into the floor. He then turned and slowly walked away with his son in his hands.

The Soul transformation cultivator frowned but didn’t act on this blatant aggression towards a junior cultivator.

"Shen Bao, your hand was too heavy," the Soul Transformation cultivator said.

I wiped my forehead, and then and there, I was no longer in the mood to be nice, because it seems that everyone thinks that when you’re nice and play fair, they can step on you.

"His fault, if I wanted him dead, he’ll die in a heartbeat," I said then turned and walked towards the arena.

"I’m not done talking to you!" the Soul Transformation Cultivator said to add to it an oppressive aura of divine sense.

"But I am done talking," then turned and ignored him because like I just mentioned I no longer was in the mood to play nice.

I sat down and said, "X, Y, come out." And immediately two of my strongest, deadliest weapons appeared for the first time in this world.

Though X didn’t look like he was the stronger of the two, the number of inscriptions over his body was enough to prove that this puppet was made with so much delicacy and attention to detail that it was certainly a powerful puppet.

Yet, the other puppet, the bigger one, that held two massive strange swords, and had a massive mask hovering around it, didn’t look like it had an inscription on it. But at the same time, it still gave off a dangerous feeling of doom if one were to come too close.

"Y, if anyone tries and bothers me while I’m cultivating," I said as I looked into the Soul Transformation cultivator’s eyes, "Kill without mercy."

The words were audacious, but just to confirm the danger, Y released his own inner Qi, where a wave of oppressive destructive aura shot out and pressed against every cultivator around me, causing them to shake and shudder, because they all knew, if I were to ever unleash this beast, no one here will even have a sliver of hope, not even a sodding chance at survival.

This was a blatant, open threat to the Soul Transformation cultivator, a clear challenge to his authority.

I don’t give a flying fuck who you are, because unless you’re a half ascendant, the moment Y is on your ass, you’re dead. And next time you try and do shit like you just did before, I’ll mess you up real good.

"X, go and bring me the right arm of the man who just injured my forehead," I added.

The Soul Formation Puppet nodded, then disappeared in a flash. Away from the crowd with speed too fast for anyone below the Soul formation could see.

With a dreary and dour tone, I spoke.

"I tried to play nice, but seems like no one actually is giving me...face. Seems like I have to earn it. And with me appearing to be nothing but a weak Core Cultivator, every run in the mil average Joe thinks they can push me around. But seems like I’m done. The Poison God was right all along. If you think something is wrong, correct it, never bow down, and live your life without regrets, I’ve been too nice, too merciful to too many people, but seems like this growing rage within me is actually my nature, I’m not a paragon of virtue nor a devil incarnate, but I can be your worst nightmare once annoyed, and annoyed I am." I spoke, my words were aimed at no one, but at the same time at everyone.

An explosive sound echoed in the distance, then a few more followed after it, as buildings crumbled and the earth shook with more explosions.

"Seems like I always needed to prove a point," I added amidst the explosions. "Perhaps this is a point proven," I said then slightly raised my own hand up, making everyone pay attention to it.

Then and there, an arm, cleanly cut from the shoulder dropped into my own hand, it still had the very sword that poked my forehead in it.

Next to me was X, who stood, blood and grim covering him, but he stood tall, next to Y, as if proud for having been sent to do this task.

Though to be honest, Y would have been far faster but more destructive, and I didn’t want Y to topple the whole city on its head.

I then, while everyone was looking at me with frightening realization, ignited my hand, causing the Veridian Heart Fire to rage forth, and consume the whole hand, turning it, along with the sword in it to cinders in an instant.

I didn’t need to speak anymore and let the silence fill the words in my place. My point proven, and my lethality shown, a lion baring its fangs, and if anyone here thinks they are strong enough to contend against my word, they’re more than welcome to try and challenge me.

Suddenly, I heard someone laughing. And this caused the whole arena to look at him.

I wasn’t in the mood for jokes, but realizing that it was Meng Hao laughing, I waited to understand how he could laugh in such a mood.

"And you really wanted to trade me to fight him? you must be mad, hell, even if I win, I’m giving up on the finals. There is no way in hell I’ll be able to beat that puppet of his, and it just cut off the arm of A soul formation cultivator, not to mention he has an even stronger puppet," Meng Hao said through a wide smile.

Causing the man who was going to face him to sigh, "Yeah, this competition is now irrelevant. Since it clearly states you can bring whatever, you own to this fight, with puppets this strong, and all those strange eccentric fighting methods, I’m really not feeling like I want to face him either." Fu Zhengfei said.

Seeing, the mood slightly changing for the better, the referee took the opportunity and said, "Since both competitors don’t wish to face Shen Bao in the finals, we can already agree that Shen Bao is the winner of the competition. You two can face off for the second and third place if you wish to."

The audience awkwardly cheered for the change of event, and the Soul Transformation cultivator somehow managed to find the time to teleport back into his booth.

Seems like he didn’t want to confront me anymore, and was more than satisfied with escaping the scrutiny if I were to push him a bit more.

Also, apparently, I won. And I didn’t even need to fight, if I had known I could do this, I could have probably brought X and Y from the start and stopped all this annoying clusterfuck of trouble from ever happening.

Also, I think with X out in the world, my identity will soon be revealed... because word will soon start spreading, and the Seven Mountain Peaks will immediately link my name to the puppet I used when I visited them, then with a simple description of my face, the Three Raven Sect will find out who I was.

A lot of trouble is going to start, but like I just mentioned. I’m better off not regretting anything, and if anyone comes my way, I might as well just break it.

I mumbled within my thoughts as I once again was forced to suppress another episode of random rage that was about to start boiling within me. After a few moments of struggle, the episode ended, with me slightly out of breath.

’I also need to find out why I’m having these strange urges to go on a mass-murdering massacre...it’s getting difficult to suppress, and frankly, really, really tempting...’