NCCnovel Chapter 341 I only want to see one dead Emperor Xueye!
Chapter 341 I only want to see one dead Emperor Xueye!
"The invincible Thousand Streams of the Sky... so what?"
With a cold laugh, Tang Chuan's voice revealed no fear of the Peerless Douluo, only an unquestionable certainty and a faint mockery.
"Trying to rescue someone from me? Hmph."
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly solidified, no longer concealed, and instantly transformed into a blue streak of light, moving at extreme speed, shooting towards the distant horizon without hesitation!
Where the streak of light passed, it left a trail of frost in the air that lingered for a long time, and the air emitted a strange, explosive sound as if it were frozen and then instantly pierced through.
Its resolute determination clearly shows that even in the face of Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu's intervention, it will intercept Golden Crocodile Douluo and his companions, or at least make them pay a heavier price!
Just as his figure disappeared, a cold, condensed voice, as sharp as a thread, accurately reached the ears of Dugu Bo, Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, and the others in the ruins below.
"Today, I only want to see a dead Emperor Xueye."
Upon hearing this, a glint of green light flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes, and he quickly exchanged a glance with Yang Wudi beside him. Both of them were shrewd and decisive, and they instantly grasped the deeper meaning behind Tang Chuan's words: Emperor Xueye had to die, and moreover, it had to be a death that was advantageous to their side.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi, supported by Niu Gao, staggered over. His face was pale and his breathing was unsteady, clearly indicating that his soul power had been greatly depleted.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty is still in the palace! Quick, go find him!" Ning Fengzhi glanced at the palace, which had been reduced to ruins, and seemed to suddenly remember something, and said urgently.
Upon hearing this, no one dared to delay and immediately headed towards the approximate location of Emperor Xueye's palace, based on their memories. Then, amidst the ruins, they quickly pinpointed Emperor Xueye's approximate location using their powerful spiritual energy as Soul Masters.
"Here it is!"
Niu Gao suddenly let out a low roar. He squatted down, and the Plate Armor Giant Rhinoceros Martial Soul appeared. He unleashed tremendous power in his arms and, together with Yang Wudi and the others, quickly cleared away the piled-up rubble.
Soon, the figure of Emperor Xueye appeared.
He lay beside the broken bed frame, covered in thick dust, his magnificent imperial robes tattered, his face an unnatural mix of bluish-black and grayish-white, his breath faint, his eyes tightly closed, clearly having been poisoned at the beginning of the palace coup.
It was then affected by the collapse of the palace and was on the verge of death.
"Your Majesty!" Seeing this scene before him, Ning Fengzhi immediately rushed forward, his fingers trembling as he placed his hand on Emperor Xueye's pulse. His face grew even more ashen, and he said in a trembling voice:
"The poison has penetrated deep into his lungs and internal organs, his soul power is collapsing... Ordinary methods would probably be ineffective..."
At this point, he suddenly raised his head, looking at Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi, his eyes filled with a last glimmer of hope: "Poison Douluo, Clan Chief Yang, you two are both experts in using and detoxifying poisons, could you... give it your all? As long as we can temporarily stabilize His Majesty's life..."
Dugu Bo squatted down, raised his hand to feel Emperor Xueye's pulse, and emerald green soul power flowed between his fingertips. After a careful examination, he frowned, shook his head and said, "The poison of the Martial Soul Prince is strange and vicious. It has already become entangled with His Majesty's essence. If we forcibly detoxify him, he will probably die immediately."
His words were half true and half false. The poison that Emperor Xueye was afflicted with was indeed troublesome, but with his Poison Douluo skills, if he were to risk the depletion of his soul power, he might be able to keep him alive for the time being.
However, Tang Chuan's words were still ringing in his ears, so how could he possibly save him?
Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi stepped forward with a solemn expression and said, "Let me take a look."
The next second, he grasped the other wrist of Emperor Xueye, and the soul power within his body transformed into a fine probe, silently drilling into his body.
After a moment, Yang Wudi slowly withdrew his hand and said to Ning Fengzhi in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Ning, His Majesty's poison has penetrated to the bone, and his life is more than half over. Even a god could not save him. However..."
He paused, glanced at Dugu Bo, and their eyes met again.
"But what?" Ning Fengzhi asked urgently.
Yang Wudi frowned deeply, his face so solemn it seemed as if water could drip from it. He said in a deep voice, "However, my Yang family has a secret technique passed down through generations called the Evil-Breaking Meridian-Guiding Needle, which is specifically designed to treat illnesses caused by strange poisons and the loss of life. This method is ruthless and requires the use of golden needles to puncture acupoints, forcibly stimulating Your Majesty's remaining vital energy and guiding the poison to temporarily gather in one place, which may buy Your Majesty... three to five hours of lucidity."
"However, this method is extremely dangerous. During the procedure, Your Majesty will have to endure excruciating pain, like having your bones scraped and your heart ripped out, and the success rate... is less than 30%. If it fails, the backlash from the poison will intensify, and Your Majesty may immediately..."
"What about immediately?" Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's heart jumped, and he pressed for an answer.
"They will die instantly from the poison, and... their death will be even more gruesome and painful. To outsiders, it will appear as if the poison has suddenly gone out of control and erupted." Yang Wudi's voice was devoid of any emotion as he spoke solemnly.
Ning Fengzhi's face turned deathly pale, and his body swayed.
A 30% chance of survival is all that remains, along with immense suffering; failure means an even more gruesome death…
Then, he looked at the Snow Night Emperor, whose breath was almost gone, and thought of the empire in ruins. As the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he had to consider the most realistic way out for the sect.
After all, without the support of Emperor Xueye, it would be extremely difficult for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to rebuild itself.
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, all that remained in Ning Fengzhi's eyes was deep sorrow and resolute determination.
"Your Majesty has reached such a state... even if there is only a sliver of hope, we must try our best! Clan Chief Yang, please... go all out! I will bear all the consequences!"
Yang Wudi gave Ning Fengzhi a deep look, his gaze seemingly confirming the other's true intentions, then slowly nodded and said, "In that case, I, Yang, will do my best. Please step back a little; the spell requires absolute silence and must not be disturbed."
Ning Fengzhi, Niu Gao, and the others took a few steps back as instructed, watching with tense expressions.
Dugu Bo then subtly released a very faint layer of cyan phosphorus poison mist, not strong, but just lingering around Yang Wudi and Emperor Xueye. It was ostensibly to isolate external impurities and stabilize the poisonous aura around His Majesty, but in reality, it cleverly interfered with others' perception of subtle soul power fluctuations.
Yang Wudi took out an ancient-looking needle pouch from his bosom, opened it to reveal slender gold needles of varying lengths, gleaming with a cold, eerie light. The next second, his expression turned solemn as he picked up the longest gold needle with his fingertips, channeling his soul power into it. The needle tip immediately emitted a sliver of cold light.
"The first needle guides the poison back to its source."
With a low shout, his wrist remained as steady as a rock, and the golden needle precisely pierced the vital acupoint in Emperor Xueye's heart.
This needle, seemingly aimed at clearing away the poison, actually used sharp soul power as a guide to silently sever a hidden meridian that sustained the life force of the heart.
Emperor Xueye trembled almost imperceptibly, and his face seemed to turn even darker.
"The second acupuncture needle will calm the soul and stabilize the spirit."
Another needle fell, piercing the space between Emperor Xueye's eyebrows.
This needle carried even more insidious soul power, creating the illusion of temporarily stabilizing the soul, but in reality, it quietly accelerated the loss of Emperor Xueye's already collapsing spiritual essence.
Yang Wudi's technique was extremely fast, and his acupoints were extremely accurate. One golden needle after another fell, each needle accompanied by his deep and professional shout. With each needle, the Snow Night Emperor's physical reaction was exactly in line with the signs of the poison being guided and the pain intensifying.
Only he and Dugu Bo, who was nearby and cleverly concealed by poisonous fog, knew that the golden needles were not meant to guide or drain, but rather to damage the body and catalyze poisoning.
Especially the last three injections.
Yang Wudi even used the secret meridian-severing technique of the Breaking Clan to completely seal off the few remaining life nodes in Emperor Xueye's body.
It also simulates the illusion of a sudden accumulation and explosion of toxicity.
The whole process took only a few minutes.
As Yang Wudi slowly pulled out the last golden needle, Emperor Xueye suddenly convulsed violently, making a strange hoarse sound in his throat, and then abruptly opened his eyes!
But there was no light in those eyes, only a lifeless emptiness and pain.
Immediately, his face turned an eerie purplish-black, and thick, black, foul-smelling blood seeped from his seven orifices!
"Your Majesty!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in shock.
Upon seeing this, Yang Wudi's expression changed drastically, and he cried out:
"Oh no! The poison is backfiring! I can't suppress it anymore!"
Before he could finish speaking, Emperor Xueye's stiffly raised arm fell limply to the ground, his purplish-black face completely frozen, and he was silent, his death extremely tragic.
Yang Wudi staggered back a step, his face ashen, having secretly injured some of his meridians. A trickle of blood even escaped from the corner of his mouth. His voice was filled with endless regret as he said:
"I, Yang, am unskilled and have failed in my duty. Your Majesty... the poison has taken its toll on your heart, and you have already... passed away!"
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and the sound of armor clashing came from behind.
"Brother!"
"Father!"
Prince Xuexing, accompanied by the Fourth Prince Xue Beng and Marshal Ge Long, a pillar of the Tiandou Empire's military, finally broke through the chaos on the outskirts and arrived here, protected by a team of elite armored soldiers.
They immediately spotted the Snow Night Emperor lying tragically dead in the ruins, along with Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and others surrounding him, their expressions filled with grief and indignation.
Upon seeing this, Xue Beng's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. (End of Chapter)