Chapter 152: A City-Toppling Battle

"Patriarch Miao, do you only remember me now?"

Suye gripped the giant sword in his hand and swung it fiercely, producing a roaring sound. With a casual motion, he planted the blade upright onto the ramparts of the city wall, raising his gaze to look into the distance, appearing as though he held the Wrath Blade of the Poison King in complete contempt.

He shouted in a deep voice, "Do you really think you can run amok relying merely on a fraction of the Poison King's Wrath?"

At this moment, the surrounding martial artists suddenly remembered that even the true Wrath Blade of the Poison King was not invincible; there was still one person capable of withstanding it—and that was Suye. This mysterious youth possessed some unfathomable power, and many martial artists had previously witnessed Suye being struck by the Wrath Blade of the Poison King several times, yet he still survived.

"It's Suye, the one who possesses the thunder vein..." On Patriarch Miao's side, quite a few people were already whispering and recounting Suye's past feats.

"This brat can not only open the gates of Thunder City, but he can also withstand the Wrath Blade of the Poison King. There must be a secret hidden within him!" Ding Zhi's expression turned gloomy, and he finally gritted his teeth and said, "He must not be left alive!"

Patriarch Miao merely paused for a moment, seemingly still not regarding Suye as a true match for himself. He said arrogantly, "He is nothing more than an unpolished brat. What does it matter if he knows some crooked, heterodox arts? Do you really think you can withstand the power of my Poison King?"

"Is that so? Even the true Wrath Blade of the Poison King could not make me fear it; why would I fear this counterfeit of yours?" Suye's hatred for Patriarch Miao had already reached an irreconcilable point.

Back then, it was this very Patriarch Miao who had secretly poisoned all of them and almost killed Suye in his attempt to snatch the Thunder-Guiding Bead. Along the way, he had constantly plotted against them, and now he even wanted to slaughter the members of the Jiang family.

This enmity could never be resolved with just a few simple words.

Jiang Ziyang and the others also knew that in ordinary combat, they had plenty of martial artists and sworn loyalists at their disposal. However, when facing the Wrath Blade of the Poison King, apart from Suye, no one else truly stood a chance of winning.

"Xiao Ye, do not act rashfully! This old bastard must have come fully prepared, and moreover, he has just acquired the Wrath Blade of the Poison King, so his murderous intent is at its peak. Let us retreat first!" Jiang Ziyang said in a deep voice.

Ouyang Yunfeng, however, immediately rejected the idea. His aggressive temperament was unlike Jiang Ziyang's, who had too many reservations. He stated, "Patriarch Jiang, on the contrary, I believe we can fight this. Our men have just acquired their weapons, and our morale is high. This old bastard does not seem to have fully mastered the power of the Poison King yet. If we leave him more time, I fear he will be even harder to deal with next time!"

Jiang Ziyang was instantly plunged into a dilemma.

Suye understood Jiang Ziyang's predicament and said in a deep voice, "Patriarch, rest assured! What he takes the most pride in are the Wrath Blade of the Poison King and his venom, but neither of these has any effect on me! An old fox like this must be put down today!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziyang's body trembled slightly, as if the murderous intent deep within his heart had also been ignited. He shouted, "Very well! Then we shall fight them to the death!"

Ouyang Yunfeng's murderous intent also soared to the extreme. With a forceful tear, he ripped off his outer garment, revealing his custom-made combat attire. He gripped the sharp sword planted in the ground before him, and with a crisp *clang*, he roared furiously:

"When heroes draw their swords in unison, another decade of calamity befalls the mortal world! Fellow heroes, follow me—slaughter the evil shaman!"

Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter!

That batch of martial artists had already endured enough. Everyone grasped their sharp swords, shouting in shrill voices and raising their arms in fervent rallying cries.

Ouyang Yunfeng shouted twice, then turned back to look at Suye, his eyes conveying an unspoken mutual understanding.

"Leave that old bastard to me!" Suye understood Ouyang Yunfeng's intention. Gripping the giant sword in his hand, he was the first to leap forward with a loud *bang*. Following that, thunder and fire erupted from his body, instantly transforming him into the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

Seeing Suye display such formidable might, the martial artists of the Jiang family and the Martial Alliance burst forth with earth-shattering power, charging down from the city wall one after another.

"Charge—"

The defending martial artists on the opposite side were also fully prepared. Led by their elders, they rushed forward frantically as well. Especially upon seeing that their new Poison King had just ascended to his position, they considered this an absolute prime opportunity to perform meritorious deeds and win glory.

"Thunder City belongs to us! Slaughter them—"

A massive battle involving hundreds of people broke out between the two sides, colliding fiercely right between the twin city walls.

Suye was already leading the charge at the forefront. His body, wreathed in rolling thunder and fire, leaped through mid-air, kicking up raging shockwaves like a mighty and invincible warrior general.

"Brat, you are courting death!" Patriarch Miao showed not the slightest sign of underestimating his foe. He vaulted into the air from the ramparts, and with a terrifying swing, he brought the Wrath Blade of the Poison King crashing down fiercely toward Suye.

*Boom—*

Instantly, a horrifying beam of light burst forth and rippled outward.

Down on the ground, the martial artists from both sides were already engaged in fierce combat. At the very first clash, the front two rows of men practically erupted in mists of blood, with battle cries and agonizing shrieks instantly filling the air.

At the same time, the clashing sounds of divine weapons echoed endlessly. Every single martial artist had trained in lethal techniques, and many of them unleashed their ultimate moves right at that moment.

*Bang, bang, bang!*

Suye exchanged a blow in mid-air, his figure trembling slightly as he fell back to the ground. Seeing two greedy defending martial artists rushing up toward him, he swept the giant sword in his hand with immense force, batting the two men flying away instantly.

In the midst of all this, a strange scene suddenly flashed across Suye's mind—the ancient battlefield he had seen when he previously acquired the spiritual energy bud, which had also featured two armies locked in fierce combat.

The situation before his eyes was undoubtedly somewhat similar! They were once again coming to blows over the contest for a certain treasure. It felt as inescapable as destiny itself, something utterly impossible to avoid.

*Boom!*

Up in the sky, two more strikes from the Wrath Blade of the Poison King came hacking down.

Suye immediately channeled his true Qi once again, rushing upward to block the blows. He knew that no matter how tricky Patriarch Miao's angles were, and no matter how immense the power of the Poison King's Wrath might be, the *Three Thousand Yanhuang Tribulation* within his sea of consciousness would defend him.

After trading a few blows, there was no one left who could block Suye's advance. He whirled the greatsword in his hands, spinning it into a gigantic vortex as he charged forward madly.

In no time at all, he stormed his way up onto the opposing city wall.

Seeing this, Patriarch Miao was filled with incomparable shock. He never expected Suye to be so terrifying; if he were allowed to grow stronger within Thunder City for a few more years, even Patriarch Miao himself might no longer be able to hold him in check.

"Haha, brat, you've come just in time! Power of the Poison King—"

Patriarch Miao's long arm abruptly swept in an arc, and the Wrath Blade of the Poison King high in the sky suddenly shrank down to about four or five meters in length. With a fierce twist of his hand, a cascade of iridescent, multicolored light rippled across his body.

That multicolored radiance coiled around his arm before finally wrapping tightly around the Wrath Blade of the Poison King, seemingly imbued with rolling, tyrannical power deep within its core.

*Bang!!*

Patriarch Miao pointed a single finger, and the suspended Wrath Blade of the Poison King shot out a beam of multicolored light. Judging by its lightning-fast speed, it looked precisely like a giant spear being fired.

*Boom!!*

While Suye was still in the middle of his ferocious charge, he suddenly saw a flash of light ahead. Before he even had time to react, his body instinctively and reflexively lunged sideways to dodge. A powerful blast of energy erupted right beneath his feet.

The city fortifications here had originally been built to be indestructible, but later on, the martial artists dwelling within this city had constructed numerous buildings, and the main avenue beneath Suye's feet was paved with heavy stone blocks.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, those stone blocks were also blasted into the air by the explosion.

"What? Is this magic?" A shudder ran through Suye's heart; he truly could not fathom what kind of power could produce the shocking spectacle before his eyes.

"Haha, hahaha—"

Patriarch Miao was still standing atop the city wall. Watching the mass of martial artists battling below, he stretched out his arms and paced back and forth arrogantly, seemingly relishing the sensation of wielding this mysterious power.

"Meet your doom!"

After taking a few paces, the multicolored light on Patriarch Miao's body flared brightly once more. This time, he pointed the Wrath Blade of the Poison King forward, aiming it directly at the distant mass of battling martial artists from both factions.

"Watch out—" Suye shouted at the top of his lungs, but he was still too late. The beam of multicolored light blasted outward, instantly blowing a group of martial artists flying.

"It's the power of the Poison King, everyone fall back—" Jiang Ziyang roared. If they failed to kill Patriarch Miao, everyone beneath them would likely become nothing more than sitting ducks.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy! You all lingered in my village for so many days, and you ate quite a bit of my poison!"

Patriarch Miao no longer bothered to hide. His eyes bulged almost to the point of popping out of their sockets, as if he could barely contain the immense power surging within his body. He shouted, "Parasitic Gu insects, break the cocoon!"

"Ah, ah..." Suddenly, rows of martial artists from the Jiang family and the Martial Alliance began to shriek in agony. They all clutched their stomachs, as though something inside was gnawing relentlessly at their internal organs.

Even Jiang Ziyang's expression changed abruptly, his body swaying to the point where he could barely maintain his footing.

"Kill this old man!" Several veteran city-defending elders rushed forward together.

*Bang!!*

"Umbrella, open—"

With a crisp, fierce feminine cry, an antique-style oiled-paper umbrella abruptly materialized to block the path of several martial artists. These martial artists had already unleashed their peak physical force, lunging forward amid surging shockwaves, yet unexpectedly, all of their momentum was completely blocked by this Myriad-Flower Umbrella.

"Get lost, all of you—"

Jiang Liuying had long since awakened her bloodline, and now, wielding the Myriad-Flower Umbrella in her hand, she spun the umbrella fiercely in a fit of rage. The forces previously unleashed by the several elders were actually reflected and deflected straight back at them.

*Bang, bang, bang!*

In an instant, those few elders were sent flying backward.

Jiang Liuying did not linger to fight. Holding the umbrella in one hand, she reached out with the other to support Jiang Ziyang.

"Dad, have you been poisoned by Gu venom? Let's get out of here!"

"I am fine. You have the divine artifact, go quickly and ask Elder Beifei for the antidote to the Gu poison! I deliberately refrained from purging the poison!" Jiang Ziyang steadied his body and spoke rapidly.

Jiang Liuying found it utterly incomprehensible why he would deliberately choose not to purge the poison; could this also be part of their plan to outmaneuver the enemy?

At that moment, Elder Beifei also rushed over. He was holding two flasks emitting green vapor and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is the antidote, everyone gather close to me!"

As he charged along the way, any martial artist who managed to inhale a breath of this green vapor instantly found their agony alleviated.

"Let me handle it—"

Seeing that it worked, Jiang Liuying leaped over to Elder Beifei's side and spun the Myriad-Flower Umbrella in her hand fiercely, instantly whipping up a gale-force wind that dispersed and blew the green mist across the area.

"It worked!"

Just as she shouted those triumphant words, a beam of multicolored light suddenly shot down from mid-air.

*Boom!!*

In an instant, she was sent blasting backward.

This move was Patriarch Miao's proudest killer technique. Pacing atop the city wall, he roared furiously:

"Beifei, how dare you defy the will of the Poison King and cleanse the Gu poison? You shall be the next one I kill!"

*Clang!!*

Suye attempted to leap up and charge into the fray from beneath the city wall several times, but each time he was blasted back down by Patriarch Miao's multicolored energy beams.

Seeing that even Jiang Liuying had been injured, his patience finally ran out completely. With a violent tremor of his giant sword, he delivered a ferocious strike straight at the massive city wall: "If I cannot go up, then you come tumbling down!"

*Boom rumble!*

That section of the city wall was instantly blown wide open by Suye's strike, splitting apart into a massive breach.

Seeing that his tactic was effective, Suye did not hesitate, immediately launching a rapid succession of strikes. Within just a few blows, that entire stretch of the city wall collapsed with a deafening crash.

"Die!"

Left with no choice, Patriarch Miao leaped down from above. The multicolored light flared once more, and he brought it down in a vicious strike aimed straight at Suye's head.

*Bang!!*

A vast expanse of the crumbling city wall was blasted flying by the impact.

Suye was struck squarely by that formidable power, his head ringing with a dull buzz. At that exact moment, he unexpectedly heard Ouyang Yunfeng shout out at the top of his lungs:

"Suye, run—Ye Lingyun and the others are here!!"