Otherworldly Desert Dust

The poison fog dissipated.

Old Town had already fallen into ruins, where mostly all the animals that once resided here had died or were gravely injured, unable to withstand the deadly poison.

Although Wu Hen was a Taste Spiritual Awakener, staying in this toxic gas for too long was also uncomfortable for him.

Breathing in a breath of fresh air, Wu Hen then casually dealt with the other two Poison Sub-humans.

The soul breath was equally indispensable, equivalent to four dishes and a soup, with the staple food being of high quality.

"What about you, you haven’t spoken your last words yet, now is a good time to hear them," Wu Hen said, his gaze turning cold as he looked towards the man holding the Longevity Vine.

The young man’s expression carried a hint of arrogance, slightly raising his face as if he were an ancient noble, not showing a trace of panic even though he had been caught by the local authorities.

It seemed that no matter the severity of his crimes here, someone would bail him out within a few days.

"What’s there to say, I am the son of the Longevity Envoy Yan Yang," the youth said.

"Ah?" Wu Hen himself was taken aback.

It was the first time someone had personally sent their son to him for venting their own grudge against him.

This left Wu Hen unsure how to handle the situation to appear thorough.

Bury him nearby?

Chop him up to feed the dogs?

Drag him through the streets in a parade?

"You Poison Sub-humans, such lower beings, do as you wish to kill them, but would you dare lay a finger on me?" Yan Chao still carried that lofty air.

Wu Hen looked into the other’s eyes, seeing his clear, clean, and foolish demeanor. It didn’t look like an act.

"Do you not know that I just killed your Longevity Taoist, Yue Yongqing?" Wu Hen asked.

"Ridiculous, do you have the courage? Is it possible for you people from Nuwa God End, those cave dwellers, to survive in Red Port without being utterly destroyed without our Longevity Sect’s help?" Yan Chao disdainfully said.

That was it.

The guy really didn’t know about the people he had killed.

God, this son of Yan Yang must have been born of a mother Poison Sub-human.

"Let me ask you something, did you bring the wormhole here?" Wu Hen asked.

"What if I did!" Yan Chao said, righteously indignant.

"Oh, you scared me for a moment there. I thought you had some other secret. That’s fine then. Honestly, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a straightforward villain like you who doesn’t act greedy for life and fearful of death, doing disgusting deeds but denying them all, and only begging for mercy when the situation turns sour. You’re much more pleasant than those," Wu Hen laughed.

Yan Chao still wore that look, as if you wouldn’t dare do anything to me.

But Wu Hen’s bronze spear pierced directly toward his chest, and even after feeling that excruciating pain, he still couldn’t believe his eyes!

This human...

He really dared to kill him?

After all, he was the son of the Longevity Envoy Yan Yang. Even if they eradicated all humans, there would be no punishment!

"Your stupid dad kidnapped my brother, which made me lose face outside. Just perfect, I’ll hang your corpse in front of Longevity Mansion, so that everyone in Red Port, from all walks of life, can think it through – mess with my relatives and friends, Wu Hen, and this will be the end!" Wu Hen said to the man, whose face was filled with pain and surprise.

Yan Chao’s life was rapidly fading away, yet even at the end of his life, he still couldn’t believe that the other side fired the gun without a hint of hesitation.

How could he dare?

Given the current status of the Longevity Sect, wasn’t he afraid of implicating the entire human race by killing him?

The human leaders he had encountered before weren’t like this at all; they would rather kneel and lick his boots than speak up if he killed their parents. He had only helped a few Poison Sub-humans smuggle in, so why did this man dare to kill him?

In Yan Chao’s pupils, there was nothing but disbelief.

Wu Hen felt he had many questions.

Yet, for such a small character to put on a tough act in front of him was truly uncomfortable for Wu Hen.

Ever since Wu Hen had awakened, he declared war on the entire Longevity Sect, and those still mingling around the homestead from the Longevity Sect would skirt around him as if he were the plague, except for this guy who still acted as if he were a noble, living in the past version!

Privileges?

What a joke, Wu Hen dared to expel eighty percent of the global human population; he was the only man who could exterminate all of humanity, and it would merely be considered balancing his merits and demerits!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak~~~~"

At that moment, a crisp squealing sound came from a distance.

It was the Zodiac Rat sending him a location signal!

Wu Hen did not think twice and quickly followed the Zodiac Rat.

Soon, Wu Hen found the last Poison Sub-human in a coal factory.

The promised "four dishes and one soup" indeed none could be missing, but Wu Hen had not figured out when he had escaped.

The skin of this Poison Sub-human was green... probably turned pale from the terror of Wu Hen chasing him!

Too terrifying, this human, who knew how many lives his Evil Spear had taken to turn into such a menacing appearance.

He tried to hide in this place, even using coal to smear his body black, pretending to be one of the locals...

But he had only halfway succeeded when Wu Hen appeared behind him.

The Green-skinned Poison Sub-human helplessly looked at Wu Hen, began to kneel and beg for mercy, and started condemning the misdeeds of the Poison Sub-human Viper.

"Our base is in Sinking Street, inside there’s a broken ark, and the ark contains a lot of supplies, clean processed food, Spiritual Energy meat products, stolen elemental weapons, tons of ore, and some spare Yuan You Mines, all yours. I am the Poison Sub-human’s treasurer, I can give you all these, just spare my life!" said the self-proclaimed treasurer of the Poison Sub-humans. @@novelbin@@

"The things you’ve done could cause the complete extinction of our human race," Wu Hen said.

"It was Viper’s idea; he wanted all of you to die and then take over the Nuwa God End’s habitat. We too wanted to flee from Red Port, but we don’t have our own ark..." said the Green-skinned Poison Sub-human.

"Tell me, what exactly did you bring here?" Wu Hen demanded.

"It’s the tyrant tiger armor’s eggs. Once they come into contact with the soil, they will produce a very strong acid, similar to your biochemical nuclear weapons, that can disrupt the molecular structure of common materials. In... in Red Port, big shots pay high prices for the hatchlings," said the Green-skinned Poison Sub-human.

"Hatching into adults, does it mean raising a tyrant tiger armor?" Wu Hen continued to inquire.

"No, no, no, they are purely used as Annihilation Weapons. Even if we raise tyrant tiger armors from larvae, they can never be enslaved; they are nobles amongst the Red Zhe, and in their view, we are the insects," said the Green-skinned Poison Sub-human.

A hatchling, an Annihilation Weapon?

Reflecting on his past ordeal on Insect Island, it was indeed terrifying; the released Mold Body could disregard the so-called Heavenly Brilliance Realm and annihilate everything.