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So there might be someone behind the other party. Combined with the black fox he saw on the tiger monster, Yang Jian also guessed the person behind the scenes.

Huan Du Luo Lan rushed forward and grabbed the tiger demon's shoulders: "Impossible! You are lying! My father can't be in any trouble!"

Her voice was filled with tears, and her nails dug deep into the tiger demon's flesh.

Yang Jian gently pulled her away, then kicked the tiger demon away.

Just as the tiger demon landed on the ground, a black shadow rushed out of his body, transformed into a strange black fox, and quickly fled towards the cave entrance.

"Hmph, you want to run." Yang Jian snorted coldly and grabbed the air with his right hand.

The black fox seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand and was pulled back screaming.

Yang Jian opened his third eye between his eyebrows, a golden light flashed, and the black fox didn’t even have time to scream before it turned into ashes.

Huan Du Luolan stared at all this in a daze, her vision blurred by tears.

Yang Jian squatted in front of her and gently wiped the tears from her face: "Don't cry, your father will be fine."

He stood up and extended his hand towards Huan Du Luo Lan. "Come on, I'll take you back to the palace."

Huan Du Luolan raised her head and saw the determined light in Yang Jian's eyes, and the fear in her heart miraculously subsided.

She held the hand and felt a warm force coming, and the rope on her wrist broke.

Yang Jian looked towards the direction of the Southern Kingdom Palace, and golden light flowed in his eyes.

He thought to himself, "You must wait for me! Feng Qi!!!"

Chapter 197: Absorbing Cultivation? The New Poison King!

The two walked out of the cave and it was already dusk outside.

The setting sun dyed the entire southern country blood red, and above the imperial palace in the distance, an ominous black cloud could be vaguely seen circling.

"How do we get there?" Huan Du Luo Lan asked anxiously.

"This place is still quite far from the palace..."

Yang Jian smiled when he heard that, then picked up Huan Du Luolan and flew towards the Southern Kingdom Palace.

His speed was astonishingly fast. The surrounding scenery turned into blurred blocks of color in Huan Du Luolan's eyes, and the whistling sound of the wind exploded in his ears.

Huan Du Luolan subconsciously clutched Yang Jian's clothes, her heart beating violently in her chest.

"Hold on tight!" Yang Jian's voice was still clear in the wind.

Huan Du Luolan only felt a flash before her eyes, and the two of them had already crossed the palace wall and were rushing towards the inner hall.

……

At the same time, in the main hall of the Southern Kingdom Palace, Huan Du Qingtian was half-kneeling on the ground, and his heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent hall.

A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still as sharp as a knife, staring at the little prince in front of him.

Although he had vaguely sensed that the young prince had ill intentions before, he did not expect that the other party would dare to attack him directly.

What frightened him even more was that with the young prince's strength, it was impossible to hurt him at all.

But judging from the methods the other party just used, there must be another expert behind him!

"Do you know what you are doing? You are rebelling!" Huan Du Qingtian shouted sternly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice.

The young prince sneered and played with a black jade pendant in his hand: "Yes, I am rebelling, so what?"

He walked up to Huandu Qingtian and looked down at the former Poison King from a high position. "You are old now. It's time for you to give up the throne of Poison King and let us young people sit in it! The Southern Kingdom will surely flourish in my hands in the future!"

Huan Du Qingtian forced himself to sit cross-legged, his eyes filled with disdain: "Young man, even if you get a position, how can you hold it securely without the corresponding strength?"

The young prince smiled instead of getting angry, and suddenly pulled out a strange black skull from his arms: "The Poison Emperor is right, this position does require corresponding strength."

A strange dark light flashed in his eyes. "So please lend me your power!"

Huan Du Qingtian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt something was wrong.

The young prince appeared in front of him in a flash, and the hand holding the black skull suddenly pressed down on his crown!

"This is the treasure given to me by that lord. Please relax from now on, Poison King!" The little prince's voice was like the whisper of a devil.

In an instant, Huan Du Qingtian felt as if all the meridians in his body were pierced by millions of steel needles, and the tremendous demonic power in his body rushed uncontrollably towards his head.

Even though he had lived for thousands of years, he had never experienced such a strange situation - the other party was actually forcibly absorbing his cultivation!

"Ah--!" Huan Du Qingtian let out a painful roar, his whole body shaking.

He could clearly feel that the poison skills he had practiced for thousands of years were rapidly dissipating.

After a while, the young prince let go of his hand with satisfaction, and Huan Du Qingtian collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.

The young prince raised his hands, intoxicated by the surging power within him: "Hahaha, from now on I am the new emperor of the Southern Kingdom!"

Huan Du Qingtian raised his head weakly, his eyes full of disbelief.

He didn't expect that the other party would actually suck away all his life's cultivation!

What was even more terrifying was that he could feel that in addition to his own poisonous power, there was another cold and evil force surging in the little prince's body.

The young prince looked down at the dying Huan Du Qing Tian, ​​a dark light flashing in his eyes: "Poison King, please don't blame me. For the sake of the future, I must send you on your way now."

He slowly raised his hand, and a dark poisonous mist condensed in his palm.

At this critical moment, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the hall!

……

It turned out that not long ago, Yang Jian and Huan Du Luo Lan rushed all the way and finally arrived at the Southern Kingdom Palace.

However, the palace was already surrounded by monsters brought by the young prince.

They had ferocious faces and held sharp weapons, surrounding the entire palace like an iron barrel.

Seeing this, Huan Du Luo Lan couldn't help but grab Yang Jian's sleeve and said, "What should we do now? They seem to have too many people."

Yang Jian grinned, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "What are you afraid of? Let's just charge in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Huan Du Luolan could react, Yang Jian rushed out like an arrow.

He kicked the bear monster that was blocking the front away, and its huge body knocked away dozens of monsters behind it like a cannonball.

"Hold on tight, I'm going to charge in!" Yang Jian carried Huan Du Luolan on his back, opened the third eye on his forehead slightly, and a golden light swept across, and the monsters in front of him were immediately thrown to the ground.

Huan Du Luolan felt dizzy and the screams of monsters filled her ears.

She hugged Yang Jian's neck tightly and watched the silver-armored boy invincible among the enemies like a god of war.

Each of his punches and kicks carried devastating force, and no one could stop him.

At this moment, Huan Du Luolan only felt her heart beating rapidly.

The look in his eyes when he looked at the other person was even more infatuated, with a hint of different feelings.

"Stop them!" a snake demon leader shouted, and dozens of monsters pounced on him at the same time.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The blade shone like snow, drawing a graceful arc among the group of monsters.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere and wailing was heard everywhere.

"boom--!"

There was another loud bang, and Yang Jian directly blew open the door of the main hall of the palace.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the scene in the hall made Huan Du Luolan's eyes red in an instant - her father lay dying on the ground, and the young prince was raising his hand, ready to kill!

"Father!" Huan Du Luolan shouted heart-wrenchingly, jumped off Yang Jian's back and was about to rush over.

The young prince turned around suddenly and was obviously startled when he saw the two people: "How could you..."

His eyes fell on Yang Jian: "Who are you?"

Yang Jian's eyes shone brightly, and he said coldly, "Where's Feng Qi? Tell her to get out and die!"

The young prince was startled by Yang Jian's terrifying aura and subconsciously took a step back. Then he forced himself to calm down and said, "You came just in time. It saves me from having to look for you again!"

He suddenly raised his hand, and a black poisonous mist swept towards the two of them.

This poisonous fog is completely different from the traditional purple poison skills of the South, and it contains a creepy evil aura.

Huan Du Luolan instinctively felt a palpitation in her heart. This was definitely not the martial arts of the Southern Country!

Yang Jian pulled Huan Du Luolan behind him, and a golden light shot out from his heavenly eye, colliding with the black fog.

The two forces clashed fiercely in the air, making a harsh hissing sound.

Chapter 198 The feeling of despair and powerlessness

"Be careful! This is not an ordinary poison skill!" Huan Du Qingtian shouted weakly.

A gleam of light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and it was just as he expected.

This young prince is just a puppet, the real mastermind behind this is most likely Feng Qi!

"Luolan, go and take care of your father! I'll take this guy down!" Yang Jian said in a deep voice. At the same time, the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand shone brightly, and the whole person turned into a silver lightning and went straight for the little prince.

The young prince came forward with a sinister smile: "Just you? A nobody?"

"I now possess the cultivation of the Poison Emperor. No one in the world who can surpass me has yet been born!"

Hearing these words, the Poison King beside him suddenly felt his face flushed. Just brag if you want to, but don't involve him!

He knows very well what his strength is, and it is said that he is one of the Four Demon Kings.

But there are many heroes in this world, and he doesn't know how many times he has been tortured.

Even Yang Jian couldn't help but smile. Not to mention that he had absorbed the Poison King's cultivation, even if the other party had absorbed the cultivation of the monkey from Aolai Kingdom, he would still beat him.

The next second, the two rushed towards each other at the same time.

The air in the hall was surging, and all the tables and chairs were reduced to dust.

Huan Du Luo Lan took the opportunity to run to Huan Du Qing Tian and tremblingly helped her father up: "Father, how are you?"

Huandu Qingtian shook his head weakly, but his eyes remained fixed on the battle. "I'm fine... He just sucked away my cultivation, so I'm a little weak now!"

"Speaking of which, why is that guy here? And you're following him?"

Huan Du Luolan didn't know how to explain the Poison King's question for a moment.

She couldn't say that she ran away secretly just to find the other person.

She thought for a moment and changed the subject: "Father, how could he hurt you?"

Upon hearing this, the Poison Emperor frowned and looked solemn.

"I was in seclusion when this guy suddenly appeared where I was in seclusion. He then used very strange means to sneak attack and injured me."

"But now it's all good. With that guy here, the other party can't cause any trouble."

With Yang Jian here, not to mention that the young prince just absorbed his cultivation, even if the person behind the other party showed up, it would be useless.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The little prince's body suddenly swelled up strangely, and it seemed as if countless worms were wriggling under his skin.

His eyes turned completely dark, and the corners of his mouth stretched into an incredible arc.

"Die!"

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "Break!"

As the voice fell, Yang Jian thrust forward with the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand.

The young prince was knocked out in an instant. Just as he wanted to get up and continue, he suddenly felt that the power in his body seemed to be unable to be used anymore.

At this time, Yang Jian's voice came again: "I have locked all the meridians in your body. No matter how strong you are, you can't use them!"

"Tell the truth about who's behind you, and maybe I can let you go more easily!"

As Yang Jian finished speaking, the young prince's face was filled with disbelief.

He had clearly absorbed all of Huan Du Qingtian's cultivation and his strength had reached the level of a demon king, but he had no power to fight back against the silver-armored young man in front of him.

At the moment of the fight just now, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.