Chapter 126: Total Annihilation

"Master, run! I will hold them off!"

Night Owl’s face was etched with anxiety, yet he stood resolutely in front of Jun Wushuang. He knew that if Jun Wushuang died, he would certainly not survive on his own. Since that was the case, he might as well prove his loyalty one last time.

"Run?"

"Today, neither of you will escape. I will tear the flesh from your bones bit by bit and leave you both without a corpse to bury!"

Dongfang Tianlang glared at Jun Wushuang and Night Owl with ferocious intensity. His killing intent had reached its peak. Only the sight of Jun Wushuang’s blood could provide him any relief. With Dongfang Ming dead, he no longer had any constraints; his spiritual energy erupted, and he prepared to strike Jun Wushuang down.

Yet, faced with this life-or-death crisis, Jun Wushuang remained calm.

"We don't need to run. Because it is you who will die."

Jun Wushuang spoke indifferently. As his words fell, Dongfang Tianlang’s expression changed abruptly. He turned his head sharply to look behind him.

The surroundings had turned pitch black, and dense, malevolent, necrotic miasma was swirling in from all sides like a tidal wave. This necrotic miasma was the most terrifying danger within the tomb. Even the Prince of Zhennan and the King of Feathered Evil could not withstand it, let alone them. Even with their preparations, they had already inhaled a significant amount of the toxin. While not immediately fatal—as they could potentially purge the poison and heal their injuries once they left—the sheer concentration of the miasma now surrounding them was overwhelming.

"This is bad! We’re surrounded!" one of the Dongfang family experts cried out in alarm.

But the necrotic miasma had already closed in, forming a tight perimeter. It was too late for them to retreat.

"You... you can control the necrotic miasma?" Dongfang Tianlang looked up, staring fixedly at Jun Wushuang. Although he did not know how it was possible, he was certain that this had to be Jun Wushuang's doing.

But how could this be? The necrotic miasma had been left behind by the Nether Poison Emperor and was incredibly toxic; even experts at the Heavenly King Realm could not resist it. Jun Wushuang was merely a minor practitioner at the Heavenly Human Realm. Furthermore, he came from a humble background, a small family; logically, he should not possess such power. Yet, Jun Wushuang’s composure, combined with his earlier words, forced Dongfang Tianlang to reach this conclusion.

"Mere poison, what does it matter? Enjoy yourselves!"

Jun Wushuang’s eyes were cold as he signaled for Night Owl to retreat into the stone hall.

Boom!

The hall doors slammed shut, and Night Owl hid inside, safe for the moment. However, Jun Wushuang did not enter. He still had people to kill.

Was the death of Dongfang Ming enough? He had said earlier that Dongfang Ming was doomed, and that Dongfang Tianlang and his four companions were also doomed. What Jun Wushuang said, he always fulfilled.

"Kid, you are too arrogant! I will kill you first, then escape!"

Dongfang Tianlang let out a roar, soared into the air, and lunged toward Jun Wushuang.

"Ascension in a Step!"

Jun Wushuang was not foolish enough to face Dongfang Tianlang head-on. He utilized the Demon Descent Nine Heavens Step, breaking the sound barrier, and retreated directly into the thick of the necrotic miasma. To others, this miasma was a lethal hazard, but to Jun Wushuang, it posed no threat at all. He activated the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art, directly devouring and refining the miasma that seeped into his body.

"Go!"

At the same time, Jun Wushuang operated the Nether Corpse-Raising Formation, manipulating the necrotic miasma. This miasma was a part of the formation, and once he gained control of it, he could command it at will.

Whoosh!

The miasma, thick as fog, surged under Jun Wushuang’s command, engulfing the five men of the Dongfang family.

"No! Seal your pores!"

The faces of the five men changed drastically. They desperately used their spiritual energy to seal their pores to prevent the miasma from entering, while simultaneously consuming detoxifying pills to avoid succumbing to the poison.

"Kid, you’re lucky this time! Next time, I will kill you with my own hands!"

The necrotic miasma was too terrifying. Even with all his methods, Dongfang Tianlang had inhaled a great deal. He glared at Jun Wushuang, but he was forced to abandon his revenge for now. The five of them immediately turned to flee.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Swish!

Jun Wushuang reached out and produced the Hell Furnace. Instantly, Hell Netherfire erupted, transforming into a firestorm that surged toward the five men. With his current strength, even using the Hell Netherfire, he could not kill a Marquis Realm expert like Dongfang Tianlang instantly, but he could certainly block their path.

Soon, the five men were poisoned deeper and deeper; their faces turned black, and dark, necrotic spots began to spread across their skin. If this continued, they would die of poisoning without Jun Wushuang even needing to strike again.

"Damn it! Kill him first, or none of us will make it out!"

Dongfang Tianlang reached out, brandishing a nine-section whip, and manifested his Heavenly Law Avatar. With violent, berserk energy, he charged at Jun Wushuang.

Jun Wushuang retreated rapidly, evading Dongfang Tianlang’s attack. He held the advantage and had no need to risk his life against him. He only needed to wait quietly; as the poison took its toll, all five of them would perish.

"Ah, I can’t hold on any longer!"

Soon, the weakest of the group let out a miserable shriek. Unable to resist the invasion of the necrotic miasma, his body turned pitch black, his life force extinguished, and he died of poisoning. A Marquis Realm expert, dying in such a wretched way—it was a sobering sight.

But Jun Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged. He continued to harass them, simultaneously using his focus to control the Nether Corpse-Raising Formation, keeping the necrotic miasma tightly wrapped around the remaining men.

"Kid, if you have the guts, fight me head-on! What kind of hero uses such petty tricks?" Dongfang Tianlang’s eyes were bloodshot, driven to the brink of madness. He wanted to tear Jun Wushuang to pieces, but with the miasma invading his body, he was powerless, leaving him utterly humiliated and frustrated.

Faced with Dongfang Tianlang’s taunts, Jun Wushuang remained unmoved. Any method that could eliminate the enemy was a good method.

As time passed, the poisoning deepened. One by one, the experts of the Dongfang family collapsed, their bodies turning into black, rotting corpses—a sight too gruesome to behold. In the end, only Dongfang Tianlang was left, struggling to hold on. But he too was now covered in black, necrotic spots, his strength failing.

Swish!

At that moment, Jun Wushuang approached. He held the Asura Demon Blade, his eyes indifferent, radiating cold, sharp killing intent.

"Asura Blade Slash!"

Jun Wushuang did not waste words. He swung his blade. A blood-red arc of light cut through the air, striking directly at Dongfang Tianlang.

At this point, Dongfang Tianlang was on the verge of death and unable to resist. He could only watch helplessly as the Asura Demon Blade descended.

"Jun Wushuang, I will not let you go even in the afterlife!" Dongfang Tianlang shrieked, unleashing a vicious curse.

Puchi!

A flash of light, and a head fell to the ground. Dongfang Tianlang died miserably.

This time, the entire Dongfang family contingent that had entered the tomb was wiped out. What did it matter if they were of the Marquis Realm? What did it matter if they were from the Dongfang family? To be my enemy is to face certain death!