Otherworldly Desert Dust

But before the Poison Sub-human could make a move, Wu Hen had already charged in.

Wu Hen’s feet stomped violently, and his body spun at high speed, sweeping out with his spear like a black python. The chilling sound of the spear tip tearing through the air was like an arrow breaking the sky, aiming straight for the Viper’s chest.

The Viper’s expression darkened, Poison Bone Scythe Blade spinning rapidly as he became like a whirlwind. The poison blade and spear blade continuously collided, and with each collision, the Poison Fire he had coated on the scythe blade splashed around, even corroding nearby buildings with a creaking sound as the poison spread even more rapidly.

Wu Hen’s Spear Python was incredibly domineering, and even though the Viper used the Vortex Blade to defend, the spear tip still gradually pointed towards the Viper’s chest.

Just as the spear tip was about to pierce the Poison Sub-human’s chest, the Poison Sub-human suddenly curled up, clinging to the poison fog above like a spider web.

The scythe blades waved alternately, akin to prey falling into a spider web. The air around Wu Hen grew stagnant, heavy Poison Blades descended from above, and Poison Liquid fell like raindrops, as if doomsday had arrived.

Wu Hen merely gave a contemptuous smile.

This Poison Sub-human Viper was already panicking.

He forgot that he had a strong Listening Sense, and in his pursuit of formidable power, the sounds bursting from his own bones sounded like firecrackers exploding above his head!

Sound Sense locked!

Wrapped in the Holy Breath, Wu Hen fiercely stomped. The old stone street cracked, a shockwave surged skywards, and he instantly turned into a streak of light and shadow, disappearing; not only did he perfectly dodge the doomsday raid of Poison Fire, but he also appeared above the Viper’s head in the next moment.

"Die!"

Wu Hen bellowed, his Ominous Green Spear plummeting down, the spear enveloped in a dense evil aura, roaring like a black raging river guided by the spear!

The Poison Sub-human Viper had no time to react, his whole body was sent flying by the tremendous force, smashing into the central tower of Old Town.

The broken walls of the tower burst apart, bricks crumbled, and dust billowed.

Unfortunately, this force did not end there, as the torrential river was not merely a single stretch; the lengthy river of malevolent aura relentlessly poured, battering the Poison Sub-human Viper’s body lying on the ground, like a prisoner being tortured by the river god!

The Poison Sub-human Viper’s skin, once radiant with color, was battered and broken, his bones inside shattered, and even his organs were obliterated by this raging river torture! @@novelbin@@

The Viper experienced extreme agony, fear and shame apparent in his Golden Eyes. He couldn’t believe that he, a Poison Sub-human and a supreme talent of his kind, had been defeated by this mere human. Even the notables of Infinite Red Port had regarded him highly...

"The most dazzling talent in your entire clan?"

Wu Hen landed from the air, looking at the Poison Sub-human Viper whose flesh and bones were utterly destroyed.

"That’s just a whetstone for me as I wander through the Desert Dust, but how come your strength isn’t even comparable to the stones in a latrine pit?"

Wu Hen skillfully twirled his spear flower, as if he were a Spear Supreme who had studied spear skills for decades!

"Huh!"

Wu Hen took a deep breath, calmly adjusting his breath, and at the same time drawing the surrounding aura into his lungs, he tasted a bitter and numbing flavor.

There were others in the poison fog!

Wu Hen decisively turned around and, without hesitation, thrust his spear into the thick poison fog!

This thrust was very sudden, as if the Ominous Evil Spear had launched it on its own. At the tip of the spear, a purplish-red silhouette emerged; it was another Poison Sub-human, the jackal, who had hoped to take advantage of Wu Hen’s distraction to launch a sneak attack...

Unfortunately, this person only knew Wu Hen had a strong sense of hearing and deliberately hid his movement, but he didn’t control his own breath. The rotting stench he exhaled was detected by Wu Hen. At this distance, it was hard to say who would kill whom!

The Poison Sub-human jackal’s eyes widened, never believing Wu Hen could have responded.

Looking at the Poison Sub-human jackal, Wu Hen derisively flicked the handle of his spear!

With a twist of his hand, the bronze spear transformed into a high-speed spinning black horned serpent, fiercely disrupting the purple-skinned Poison Sub-human.

"Did you really think you could escape from me because of your own skills?" Wu Hen sneered coldly, his expression stern as he watched the Poison Sub-human wolf.

The body of the Poison Sub-human wolf was instantly torn apart, never expecting the human wielding the weapon to be so terrifyingly strong. His previous engagement with it barehanded, and with the Silver Winged Mantis, had all been a ruse...

Flesh turned into fragments, scattering messily around.

After dealing with this self-proclaimed clever Poison Sub-human wolf, Wu Hen immediately turned to the left, his Ominous Bronze Spear suddenly chopping heavily into a thick Poison Fire!

The power of the spear could split the sky and shatter the earth, but the spear itself carried a more terrifying surge of muddy water. What was merely an ordinary spear skill, inexplicably whipped up a terrifying black deluge!

The spear’s deluge surged like thousands of troops charging, and the Poison Sub-human holding the staff was about to detonate the Poison Fire Flow Ball when—before the fire could even form—it was swiped away by the black deluge unleashed by Wu Hen.

Under the suppression of the Nuwa Law, the other Poison Sub-humans, although possessing the strength of Heavenly Light, simply couldn’t withstand the powerful strike of Wu Hen wielding the Bronze Evil Spear. Even in the outside world, unconstrained by any Law, the might of the Ominous Bronze Spear was still terrifyingly formidable...

The strength of these other two Poison Sub-humans was not much stronger than the Longevity Taoist Yue Yongqing.

"Hiding in tree holes, Ant People, our Poison Sub-human spirit will persist in this world forever!" the Poison Subhuman Viper roared in anger upon realizing both of his subordinates had failed in their stealth attacks.

"It’s truly pitiful. From every word you speak, I hear a dignity that was once crushed by the strong, and you delusionally seek to reclaim this lost dignity from us," Wu Hen was not angered by this at all.

The smaller and more wretched they were, and the more they lived in the dark, the more they tended to inflict the cruelty they experienced onto even weaker beings. To Wu Hen, these Poison Sub-humans were no different from the scum who abused animals, bullied women, and children.

Just right, Wu Hen liked to fight fire with fire. A mere Poison Sub-human tribe dared to bully himself and his home. If not for long-term considerations, Wu Hen thought eradicating their entire tribe would be as easy as flipping his hand!

"Ha ha ha, so what, you unhealthy humans thrive catastrophically by consuming the blood of the Nuwa God End, burdening the Nuwa God End. I don’t understand why the Nuwa God End would want to protect such despicable, weak, truth-denying garbage humans like you!" the Viper still wouldn’t give up.

This wasn’t his real strength.

It was the effect of the Nuwa God End; outside, he could be more than ten times stronger than now. Even if the opponent held an Evil God Weapon, he could still trample him to death.

He wouldn’t accept this!

He despised and envied. Why could these lowly and inferior Humans enjoy such peaceful places for their habitation and proliferation over the long years?

While they, the Poison Sub-humans, languished in the ditches of the Desert Dust, unnoticed by any deity, barely surviving until they had someone like him, a genius capable of establishing a foothold for the Poison Sub-humans in Red Port...

The survival of a race was enormously challenging!

Just when a glimmer of hope had appeared, it was dashed in these ditches!

"How far can you lead these pitiful humans?"

"In this vast Desert Dust, aren’t you just a pebble too!"

"The fate of us Poison Sub-humans is the fate of you humans; you cannot possibly leave Red Port alive. This Red Port is your Hell!" the Poison Sub-human vented his rage and endless resentments.

Wu Hen genuinely listened to his last words, then thrust his spear through his forehead, sending off this inadequate genius of a Poison Sub-human.

"No worries, this weapon also serves as a repository for a myriad of strong souls. As more distinguished peers come to join you, you can slowly reconsider where you fell short..." Wu Hen said.

Having said this, the immensely powerful Bronze Spear was suddenly obscured by a supremely dominant Black Void Shadow, followed by a gaping black maw opening and accurately snatching away this wisps of the Poison Sub-human genius’s soul breath...

Fourth-class Heavenly Brilliance, crunchily delicious, premium-grade rice!

The Ominous Bronze Spear stood upright, like a bronze lion guarding the door, even though it had bitten something reckless to death, it dared not tremble in a display of force, lest it disturb its esteemed master during mealtime.