Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 162 The Death of the Poison God
Therefore, seeing that even with his full strength and the cooperation of his little brother Kui Niu, he still couldn't defeat Yu Yangzi, the Water Qilin was naturally furious.

"Roar!"

The water unicorn immediately let out a low growl, signaling Little Gray to continue. Little Gray, without hesitation, immediately turned its gaze to Venerable Puhong.

The bald old man's aura was very familiar to Little Grey. It could often sense it from Zhang Xiaofan at night, and it felt very warm and comfortable.

Whenever it senses this aura, Little Grey sleeps very soundly.

Without hesitation, Little Grey raised its hand and pointed at the Poison God opposite Master Puhong, squeaking as it did so.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Perhaps sensing the Water Qilin's thoughts, Little Gray's cries became a bit sharper, and upon hearing this sound, even the Kui Niu's body crackled with lightning.

After Yu Yangzi was injured, the Poison God naturally turned his attention to the Kui Niu and the Water Qilin. Seeing the Kui Niu's unusual behavior, the Poison God became wary.

The next moment, the Kui Niu opened its mouth, and a strange roar, like thunder, burst forth from its enormous maw.

"Awoo! Awoo!!"

Even though he was prepared, when that peculiar cry rang in his ears, the Poison God still couldn't help but dazed for a moment.

The Poison God noticed the strange behavior of the Kui Niu and the Water Qilin, and Master Puhong naturally noticed it as well. Therefore, Master Puhong was already preparing before the Kui Niu made its voice.

Therefore, upon seeing the Poison God fall victim to the attack, Master Puhong disregarded all moral principles and immediately unleashed a powerful palm strike imbued with Buddhist magic, slamming it down heavily on the Poison God.

As the palm, radiating Buddha's light, struck down, Master Puhong even uttered strange syllables.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

This palm strike was the Six-Syllable Mantra of the Buddha, one of the most powerful Buddhist teachings of Tianyin Temple, possessing immense power.

However, the Poison God was, after all, the Poison God, a senior figure in the Demonic Sect. Moreover, he was well-prepared. Even though the roar of the Kui Niu was even more powerful than before, the Poison God still quickly regained his senses.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and seeing that Master Puhong had actually used the Six-Syllable Mantra, the Poison God's expression changed drastically. He immediately activated the Myriad Poisons Returning to Origin Bag.

A strange cloud of mist flew out, heading directly towards Master Puhong's palm strike.

"Hiss!!"

Even the purest and most profound Buddhist teachings were corroded by the extremely poisonous gas, hissing and crackling, and the Buddha's light continued to weaken.

Master Puhong saw that the Poison God seemed to want to force him to stop, but he couldn't help but think of his junior brother who had died tragically from the poison.

The image of his junior brother's unbearable pain, immense self-blame, and profound guilt before his death seemed to reappear before Master Puhong's eyes, instantly turning Master Puhong's eyes red.

Life and death are predestined; everyone dies. If it were simply related to the death of his junior brother, Master Puhong would be furious, but not this furious.

Having reached the level of Master Puhong, one cannot claim to have completely comprehended the poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, but at least has gained some understanding and will not be easily swayed by external things.

But it was precisely because of the Poison God, because of that seven-tailed centipede, that his junior brother Puzhi broke his vows and was unable to pass away.

Monks are compassionate, and his fellow disciple Puzhi practiced the true teachings of Buddhism throughout his life, yet in his final moments, he committed a sin that haunted him to the point of death.

Master Puhong was heartbroken and furious. Not only was his reputation ruined, but his junior brother was also gone. Even in death, he could not find peace, and his soul could not be reborn in the Pure Land.

Master Puhong's aged eyes were fixed on the thick cloud of poisonous fog before him, as if trying to see the face of the Poison God through it.

The next moment, Master Puhong actually concealed all his Buddhist light within himself, using his physical body to withstand the poison gas unleashed by the Poison God. "Sizzle!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the skin on Master Puhong's arm began to fester and turned a strange purple.

Master Puhong remained unmoved, as if he felt no pain whatsoever, and simply slammed his right hand down hard.

"Om!!"

A rotting hand, with its white bones barely visible, pierced through the poisonous fog and struck out fiercely.

The Poison God was visibly stunned as he stared at the rotting hand so close to him, but before he could react, the large hand gently landed on his chest.

"boom!"

Instantly, a powerful and vast Buddhist Dharma erupted forth, striking the Poison God's chest with tremendous force.

The Poison God's expression suddenly changed. The next moment, the powerful energy surged into the Poison God's body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft!"

The blood even contained some fragments, clearly indicating that Master Puhong had severely injured the Poison God with this palm strike.

The poisonous fog dissipated at this moment, and the Poison God stared in astonishment at Master Puhong, whose arm had been corroded by half. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.

"This is a debt that your Ten Thousand Poisons Sect owes my junior brother!"

Master Puhong spoke in a hoarse voice, and as he spoke, a look of pain appeared on his face, with purple blood slowly dripping from his right arm.

The Poison God's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to say something when a huge column of water suddenly came from the side, sending the Poison God flying.

"boom!"

That terrifying power instantly engulfed the Poison God.

As the Poison God vanished before his eyes, Master Puhong staggered. Seeing this, Faxiang quickly broke free from his opponent and came to Master Puhong's side to support his master.

"Master!"

Looking at Master Puhong's right arm, which was completely disfigured beneath his tattered monk's robe, Faxiang's expression suddenly changed, and he said with some worry.

However, Master Puhong seemed not to hear the Dharma image's call, and simply put his hands together and softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

"Amitabha!"

After reciting a Buddhist mantra, Master Puhong looked up and searched for the figure of the Poison God in the water column.

Before the water column had even dissipated, the water unicorn's exhilarating roar echoed across the Cloud Sea Square.

"Roar!"

As the roar of the beast subsided, the water column instantly dissipated, revealing an old figure lying on the ground, devoid of any life.

That person was none other than the Poison God. However, the Poison God, who had once dominated the world for hundreds of years and even escaped unscathed from the Immortal Execution Sword a hundred years ago, was now completely dead.

Upon seeing the corpse of the Poison God, the group of demonic cult members fell silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.

(End of this chapter)