Evil spirit

At this moment, the black mist on the Evil Young Master grew thicker and thicker, to the point that even the Martial Artists below could clearly feel it.

Sunlight shining onto the black mist was instead absorbed by it, and the sunlight across the entire battlefield seemed to dim a little.

"What is that? What is the Evil Young Master doing?" a Martial Artist exclaimed, and everyone involuntarily fixed their gaze on the Evil Young Master.

The black mist was now so thick it could not be dispersed; it was dense, deep, and all-encompassing, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Everyone only felt the temperature in the air drop suddenly, making them all shiver uncontrollably from the cold.

"Th-this… this isn't the air temperature dropping. This black mist is freezing the Soul. Look at this water; its temperature is still the same as just a moment ago." A more observant Martial Artist, having noticed that the water they carried with them hadn't changed in temperature, immediately guessed.

"What? My Soul is feeling cold. What kind of Cultivation Technique is this?" All the Martial Artists were shocked; it was their first time hearing that such a Cultivation Technique existed in the world—it was simply inconceivable.

The Martial Artists below had already felt it, and the Green-robed Martial Emperor Ao Tong, being closest to the Evil Young Master, naturally felt it even more deeply.

He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, feeling a bit flustered.

This Evil Young Master lived up to his name; he was truly too sinister. The weapon he used was sinister, and even his martial arts were this sinister.

Therefore, he hesitated no longer and fled rapidly toward the distant forest.

"Where are you running to?" The Evil Young Master waved his hand, and the black mist enveloped the long whip. In an instant, the evil dragon whip was wrapped in black mist, and it began absorbing the black mist.

In an instant, the fiery red evil dragon whip emitted a bewitching flame, a flame so red it looked black.

Swish!

Sensing the change behind him, the Green-robed Martial Emperor Ao Tong flew even faster.

He was fast, but the evil dragon whip was faster.

A flash of light streaked by as the evil dragon whip swept horizontally toward Ao Tong. Before the whip even arrived, its Aura had already struck at Ao Tong.

Ao Tong was startled and hurriedly used his long sword to block.

"Clang! Clang…"

The sounds of battle continued to ring out. The Green-robed Martial Emperor Ao Tong blocked and retreated simultaneously, moving rapidly.

"Goodbye…" Ao Tong smiled triumphantly, used all his strength to force back the long whip, and escaped into the forest.

The evil dragon whip was knocked away, but it did not continue the pursuit; instead, it flew back into the Evil Young Master's hand.

"Ao Tong still managed to escape. I told you so; since both are at the Peak of the Martial Emperor, it's impossible to keep the other side. Although the Evil Young Master is powerful, it's just a waste of effort." A Martial Artist whispered.

Seeing that Ao Tong was about to leave, the other Martial Artists also nodded in agreement involuntarily.

"Regardless, we won this time." The Martial Artist looked up at the awe-inspiringly evil Evil Young Master in the sky and said happily.

"Look! Ao Tong is falling from the sky!" Suddenly, a Martial Artist shouted urgently, and everyone hurriedly looked over.

They saw the Green-robed Martial Emperor Ao Tong, who was about to escape into the forest, suddenly like a bird with broken wings, falling straight down toward the forest.

Everyone was shocked, not knowing what had happened.

"Is my evil dragon whip really so easy to block?" The Evil Young Master chuckled and flashed into the forest, appearing in front of Ao Tong.

"There is poison on the whip." Ao Tong clutched his throat, his eyes staring at the Evil Young Master, filled with unwillingness.

This poison was too potent; in just this short while, he was completely unable to resist it.

Even using the Power of Heaven and Earth to force out the poison had little effect. The poison seemed to have a life of its own, dodging the Power of Heaven and Earth and eroding his internal organs.

"You are neither the first nor the last Martial Emperor to be poisoned to death by me. No one can resist my poison…" Speaking up to this point, the figure of Qin Ming suddenly surfaced in the Evil Young Master's mind. That person seemed completely unaffected by poison; he was simply his nemesis.