Chapter 695 - 262: Poisonous Widow, You Deserve It_3

Meanwhile, all the beasts trampled under the tigers and those demon beasts lurking in the jungle waiting to attack Xu Xingguang, all turned their gazes towards Yan Zhu.

From their beastly eyes, Yan Zhu saw a familiar look.

It was pure beastly killing intent!

Yan Zhu realized something was wrong. She tried to blow the whistle again to manipulate them for her use but found that her sound wave attack had lost its controlling effect on them.

How could this be!

Yan Zhu had no idea that there was something more powerful than sound wave control over beasts—Spiritual Control!

Little did she know there are people in this world who can use Spiritual Suppression to control beasts; they are Beast Tamers.

Roar!

The tiger let out a thunderous roar, and thousands of beasts twisted their steps, charging towards Yan Zhu.

Yan Zhu stood up from the tree, wanting to escape, only to see countless snakes and insects climbing up the trunk, blocking her way.

She looked down again and met countless pairs of malicious beastly eyes.

She had no way out.

Yan Zhu instinctively looked towards Yan Jingchen, opening her mouth to cry out in panicked despair for help: "Brother, save... me!" The last word ’me’ was uttered from the mouth of the tiger.

The tiger bit Yan Zhu’s head and threw it forcefully, causing it to arc towards Yan Jingchen.

Yan Jingchen instinctively reached out with his intact right hand, grasping the hair of Yan Zhu’s tossed head. Yan Zhu’s face still wore the fox mask, and the torn wound continued to bleed.

Feeling as if he’d seen a ghost, Yan Jingchen flung the head away forcefully.

The fox mask fell off, and Yan Zhu’s lips were still moving...

All dead.

His three siblings were all dead, and the culprits were actually the two Combat Dolls they looked down upon and treated as toys!

Yan Jingchen stared at his severed left hand, then at the corpses and heads lying on the ground, thoroughly collapsing.

"I’ll kill you all, to bury my siblings!" Yan Jingchen raised his head, opening his mouth as streams of black-grey poison gas expanded from his mouth and body.

The blonde hair behind Yan Jingchen turned black in the blink of an eye.

Countless poison gas spread towards the Toy Pool, and Yan Jingchen laughed sinisterly, glaring at the gas, malevolently saying: "All of you, go die!"

He was trained by his father to be a walking toxic body; when he decides to self-detonate, he can poison everyone on Bai Ze Island.

He was planning on perishing together with Huo Wen’an and his couple, both sharing destruction!

Seeing the pervasive poison gas, Huo Wen’an was not panicked at all; he even had the mood to chat with Yan Jingchen. "You just asked me, where did the sword come from?"

Yan Jingchen furrowed his brows, gazing at Huo Wen’an across a field of poison.

Huo Wen’an calmly watched the rampant Yan Jingchen, "Did you not know, the Divine Hidden Sword has always only been wielded by the Divine Hidden Crane An?"

It was a weapon forged by his teacher using his own ribs blended with Black Essence Iron, and only recognized Divine Concealment Shi could unleash the true power of the Divine Hidden Sword.

In the hands of ordinary people, the Divine Hidden Sword is no different from a common bamboo joint stick, without immense lethality.

Hearing this, Yan Jingchen was taken aback.

Understanding the implication behind Huo Wen’an’s words, his face turned pale, "You are..." Thinking of the legendary tale, Yan Jingchen felt as if he’d seen a ghost.

"How could this be real!"

A person dead for over two thousand years could truly return to the Human World?

Huo Wen’an raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"Even if you are Divine Hidden Crane An, so what? You’re about to be poisoned to death by me." Yan Jingchen looked at the poison gas emerging from his body, laughing, "Being able to perish with Divine Hidden Crane An, not a loss!"

"Idiot." A cold woman’s scolding rang at Yan Jingchen’s ear.

Yan Jingchen turned his head in terror, seeing Xu Xingguang standing beside him, biting a jade smoking pipe.

Xu Xingguang elegantly exhaled smoke at him, saying, "The person I’ve cared for and protected growing up, you say you’ll kill them, wouldn’t that make me lose face?"

Before Yan Jingchen could understand her words, he noticed a warm liquid flowing from his seven apertures.

Yan Jingchen used his left index finger to lift the mask and wiped the liquid from his chin, looking down—it was blood.

Xu Xingguang gave him an innocent smile, "Poisonous Widow, you deserve it."

Yan Jingchen’s eyes widened, convulsing on the ground for a while before losing consciousness with his eyes wide open.

Until his vision blurred and consciousness faded, the figures of Xu Xingguang and Huo Wen’an in his sight remained standing, unharmed by the poison.

Xu Xingguang bent down, removed the demon horn mask from Yan Jingchen, revealing a delicate and graceful face.

"Not bad-looking." Xu Xingguang objectively assessed.

In the Divine Martial Realm, Yan Jingchen’s appearance was considered handsome indeed.

Suddenly, Huo Wen’an stepped on Yan Jingchen’s face, his tone dark and cold, "Looks like your eyesight is poor; even twisted and broken things can catch your eye."