Chapter 1233 Death-Root

"Are you serious?" the Poison Demoness asked.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"What the h.e.l.l happened to you?" The Poison Demoness was truly baffled. She had a decent relations.h.i.+p with the Barbarian King, as he sold the latter unique poisons that helped him temper his Willpower. However, he suddenly turned on her out of nowhere.

"Aren't you tired of hiding in this tiny place?" Mongke asked. "Force to leave on the little resources and being alienated from the outside world. Well, if you join us, you'll have an opportunity to live freely in the outside world."

"You're really crazy," the Poison Demoness stated.

"So, is that a no?" Mongke asked his voice, his voice no longer as calm and rea.s.suring as it used to be. The two looked at each other from across the mountain, and after a few seconds, the demoness walked away, and the mist completely swallowed the mountain.

Boom!

The mountain trembled as Mongke attacked the arrays. The mountain's defense force activated, releasing thousands of horrifying poisons, but they were useless to him.

'd.a.m.n it, I must run away,' the Poison Demoness thought as she quickly flew to her palace at the center of the mountain. Although she was an Empyrean, and a scary one due to her high achievements in the Dao of Poison, body refiners like Mongke were her anti-thesis, rendering her abilities useless.

The demoness heard a terrifying sound from a distance, and she knew the b.a.s.t.a.r.d easily dealt with her formation, meaning time was running out. She did not care about all the disciples/slaves around the mountain and activated the power from her palace which was, in fact, her Empyrean Artifact called the Poison Garden.

The palace turned into a green light that flew into the sky, trying to leave this planet as swiftly as possible. However, the humongous hand of a giant manifested in the void and slapped the palace down, cras.h.i.+ng it down to an ocean on the planet.

"Mongke, do you think I'm scared of you? Do you take me for a soft persimmon?" the demoness shrieked, her voice scattering the clouds and agitating the ocean. She immediately summoned the Dao Will Artifact she had spent so much money on from the Azure Sky Pavilion.

Her gaze penetrated the walls to see the intimidating small giant floating outside her palace. The demoness gritted her teeth before going on the offensive:[l.u.s.t Poison]. She waved her hand to summon a pink fog that surrounded Mongke. However, the Barbarian King remained calm and composed.

Although the enemy had boosted this poison with a Dao Will Artifact, their utilization of this power was leagues apart. As such, the powerful illusions/projections of beautiful women that he saw meant nothing to him. Additionally, his absolute control over his body prevented him from even reacting to this poison.

'So, this is a distraction?' Mongke thought, so he focused on the Poison Palace. As expected, the latter had applied another poison that could create illusions to hide herself and escape. His eyes turned red as he used his technique, the [War G.o.d Eyes], which was excellent for seeing through falsehood.

Mongke then saw everything. Instead of flying out of the planet while he was distracted, the palace hid deep underwater, hoping he would not notice it, forcing him to search for it mindlessly like a chicken who had lost its head. Mongke secretly shook his head before opening his mouth and inhaling; he instantly swallowed all the water and sea life on the ocean, leaving the planet bare.

"You should realize I've been lenient so far, but this is my last warning. Surrender peacefully. Otherwise, I'll start to get rough."

"Do you think this is over? No, this is just the beginning," the Poison Demoness declared with gritted teeth. She knew the poison would not be that effective, but the effects were truly subpar compared to her calculations. The Demoness was proud of this poison. She made the people of this planet so happy to absorb the Six Emotions and Seven Desires from them to cultivate this poison, and yet, it was such a major failure.

She exhaled to calm down. Now that things had come to this, she had no choice but to use her last resort. A black, majestic, metallic dragon rushed out of her palace, looking at Mongke with terrifying eyes.

"A metallic dragon?" Mongke asked. The creature was so lifelike, and even its aura was similar to the ones he'd read about. But his eyes quickly saw the truth. "No, this is a puppet, probably the work of the Puppet Demon." Mongke looked at the palace with a strange expression.

"It's common knowledge that the Puppet Demon l.u.s.ts after your beauty. What did you do for him to build such a thing for you?"

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, do you want me to claw your eyes out?" The Poison Demoness yelled, almost losing all her composers. "I only promise to owe him a great debt."

"If you say so."

"I'll kill you," she screamed, controlling the dragon to rip the b.a.s.t.a.r.d apart. However, Mongke calmly shook his head. "Many people believed the Barbarian Race's contradiction with the Innate Demon G.o.ds was recent, but only a few people know that we used to hunt dragons during the Innate-Acquired War.

"In fact, hunting dragons used to be a part of culture. It was a way for any warrior to prove their might."

Mongke grinned. "I always thought it was unfortunate that this custom was no longer in place. However, your little dragon might allow me to live some of my childhood fantasies." He clenched his fist before attacking:

[Dragon Slaying Fist: Penetrating Spear]

Mongke's attack released a piercing attack that left a hole in the dragon puppet. The hole immediately released a green poisonous gas, but such a thing was useless to him. So, he continued his attack.

[Dragon Slaying Fist: Destruction Hammer]

He appeared above the dragon's head and used a brutal attack that pulverized the creature's cranium. However, the puppet was still moving despite losing its head. Its metallic claws and dragon tail continued attacking Mongke, who easily evaded. With his eyes, he soon found the Puppet Core, and his body flew into the creature to rip it out from the other side.

The Poison Demoness looked at this with hopelessness. She prepared this expensive puppet in case she had to deal with Mongke or any other body-refining b.a.s.t.a.r.ds one day. However, she did not expect the b.a.s.t.a.r.d to be this powerful.

"Don't make me break your palace," Mongke declared. He knew if he broke her Proven Dao Artifact, it would take some time to fix, thus rendering her unable to perform at full capacity. Such a fact could delay their plans to end this era, so the best way to deal with her surrender was for her to give up now.

The Poison Demoness sat on a throne in one of the rooms in her garden. She looked at Mongke outside with loathing and hatred. However, when she saw him clenched his fist, she exhaled to calm down before deactivating the garden's defenses. Not long after, the barbarian appeared in her throne room, and the Demoness did not stop looking at him with hatred.

"If only I didn't lose that poison," she said with gritted teeth. "I would have you beg for your life before killing you."

"Oh? What kind of poison would make you so confident?"

"Death-Root Poison."

"That's a Tier 12 Poison that can even kill a Paragon. How on earth would you get your hands on such a thing?" Mongke asked, his expression not hiding his doubt.

"It was broken, already reduced to Tier 10," the Demoness explained. "To restore that poison, I planted it inside my Grandmist World and killed every living being. Then, I had to recreate these creatures and repeat the process three billion times before the thing fully revived. I spent so much time and effort."

Her eyes turned red as the memory of what happened resurfaced, along with the uncontrollable anger. She spent so much time and energy, even almost dying once the Death-Root had to experience tribulation before returning to its original power.

"Then, not long after I succeeded, one of my disciples took it and ran away."

"What horrible luck," Mongke commented.

"If I still had it, this ending would have been different."

"Not necessarily," Mongke replied. In the Lawless Zone, even Tier 12 resources are affected, meaning the Death-root Poison's power could not exceed that of the Empyrean Realm. As such, Mongke was confident in dealing with it while still here.

'The information about the Death-root seems important, so let me tell w.a.n.g Wei.' Mongke's finger forced out a drop of blood that condensed into a communication talisman that flew into the distance. Then, he looked at the Poison Demoness.

"Before meeting the new boss, I have a proposition for you."

"What is it?" "Do you want to become my new wife?" Mongke asked.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, what did you say?"

"You heard me," Mongke replied. "You're such a talent that it would be a waste not to try to have you." The Barbarian Race has cultivated Poison Masters for various reasons, including medicine, body tempering, and to use against their enemy. There are even a few tribes with a Poison Spirit Temple.

One of Mongke's wives also cultivates Poison Dao, but she is nothing compared to this demoness; that's why he would buy poison from her.

"You!"

"If you accept my offer, I can talk to the new boss to treat you better while you're under his service," Mongke said with a grin.