"Puh!"
A large mouthful of black blood, as dark as ink and carrying a strong scent of death, spurted from his mouth. The giant rock in front of him instantly emitted thick black smoke. This was the result of just one mouthful of blood from Wang Zhong; one could imagine how fierce and potent the poison erupting within him was.
Bi Bidong, who had just approached within a meter of Wang Zhong, saw his condition and her expression changed drastically.
"Little Wang Zhong, what's wrong?"
"What did you just eat!"
Bi Bidong instantly flashed to Wang Zhong's side, questioning him sharply while intending to support him. Kuaishu Ge
But Wang Zhong loudly stopped her at this moment, "Your Eminence, do not touch me!"
"Leave here first, don't come closer!"
Each word was squeezed out from between his teeth. With every word, a mouthful of black blood spurted from his mouth. In just a few sentences, the ground in front of Wang Zhong was completely covered by a large pool of black blood.
Black blood continuously flowed from his facial features, dyeing Wang Zhong's face terrifying and tragic. Coupled with his clenched teeth and furrowed brow, enduring the pain, he appeared like a vengeful spirit sunk in hell, struggling in an endless sea of suffering.
"What exactly are you doing!"
Seeing Wang Zhong like this, Bi Bidong's heart ached and raged. She roared sharply.
"Cultiv...ating..."
These two simple words exhausted almost all of Wang Zhong's strength. His body suddenly collapsed, hitting the ground heavily.
His fists were clenched, black veins bulging all over his body. Under the excruciating corrosive pain, Wang Zhong's entire body began to convulse.
Internally, all his organs suffered unprecedented damage. His stomach lining was burned through, toxins spread, corroding his heart and lungs, and destroying his intestines and liver. In an instant, all his internal organs turned into poisonous blood, accumulating within his body.
With his insides hollowed out, Wang Zhong's bodily functions almost entirely ceased. His breathing disappeared, his heartbeat vanished, and blood circulation stopped, leaving him like a rotten corpse with only an outer shell.
At this critical moment, soul power surged from around his body into his bloodstream, using soul power to replace the heart's propulsion, pushing the blood to all parts of his body, maintaining his last vestiges of life.
His gaze suddenly sharpened, and Wang Zhong struck his abdomen with a palm, forcing all the poisonous blood out of his mouth. His abdomen was left empty.
Without internal organs, the rampant poisonous gas immediately shifted its target, surging towards the surrounding flesh and blood. However, Wang Zhong's flesh and blood, tempered by the extreme toxicity of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, was far stronger than his internal organs and lungs. The contact produced a sizzling sound but caused no damage whatsoever.
Struggling to his feet, Wang Zhong sat cross-legged, his hands folded on his lower abdomen. He drew in the medicinal power that coiled around his tree martial spirit like a dragon, entering his body.
The powerful medicinal energy continuously stimulated every part of his body. Waves of life and vitality, like an ocean, boiled within him. His dissolved internal organs, like a gecko shedding its tail, surprisingly grew back, becoming even stronger and tougher.
But Dugu Bo's poison was no simple matter. Catalyzed by the immortal herb, the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss, the toxins raged like a mad dragon, astonishingly potent, seeming unstoppable and capable of corroding anything.
In less than two breaths, the regenerated internal organs once again turned into poisonous blood.
Following the same procedure as before, Wang Zhong again struck his abdomen with a palm, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. At the same time, his tree martial spirit drew in the medicinal dragon's power and injected it into him.
One corrodes, one regenerates. Back and forth, they were locked in a fierce battle. Either Wang Zhong would lose all his internal organs and die on the spot, or the poison would dissipate, and Wang Zhong's strength would advance to a higher level.
Bi Bidong stood aside, watching Wang Zhong sit cross-legged in the pool of poisonous blood. Her exquisite face was contorted with rage, her eyes chillingly cold. Her slender jade hands were tightly clenched, trembling from the force, her sharp nails digging into her flesh, causing searing pain.
But this pain was far less intense than the heartache she was experiencing at that moment.
Each time Wang Zhong spat out blood, Bi Bidong's slender body would tremble slightly, but she suppressed it all.
As the final purple medicinal dragon entered his body, Wang Zhong's internal organs regenerated once more. The toxin dragon slammed into them. A sizzling sound erupted. After dozens of cycles of destruction and rebirth, the strength of his internal organs and lungs had become terrifyingly formidable. It was impossible for the poison to destroy them as easily as before.
The two sides were locked in a stalemate. Just then, the tree martial spirit behind Wang Zhong suddenly swayed. Streams of emerald energy rose from the surrounding trees, transforming into streaks of green light that rushed into his body.
This green light did not attack the poison. Instead, it formed a thin membrane, adhering to his internal organs and lungs, like an indestructible armor.
With this armor in place, Wang Zhong's internal organs and lungs surprisingly shifted from defense to offense. They devoured and absorbed all the poison within his body, digesting it into its original energy.
Although the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss was a poison, it did not change the fact that it was an immortal herb containing immense medicinal power! This medicinal power also became a source of energy for his internal organs.
His breathing was like the wind, his heartbeat like the pounding of a drum, his blood flowed like rushing rivers and vast seas, roaring like the tide. His qi and blood were like dragons!
His eyes suddenly snapped open, the brilliance within them like lightning, causing the air before him to seem to crackle with electricity.
"Success!"
Wang Zhong stood up from the ground, feeling the changes within him. His face was filled with immense excitement.
The internal organ deficiency in his eight extremes cultivation had now been filled. Both his body and his internal organs were as robust and formidable as his artifact martial spirit.
"Your cultivation seems to have ended, and it was very successful, is that right!"
Bi Bidong's calm voice came from the side, suppressing a turbulent rage like a volcano about to erupt.
Wang Zhong sensed this emotion, and the smile and joy on his face vanished instantly. His heart faltered.
"Yes, it was successful."
"Because when I was fighting with Senior Sisters Si Qianyi and others, I realized that the strength of my internal organs and the rest of my body were not on the same level."
"So, I wanted to use the poisonous bead, which Senior Dugu Bo gifted me for self-defense with his full power, and the medicinal effects of the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss to supplement that deficiency."
Listening to Wang Zhong's somewhat flustered explanation, Bi Bidong's wine-red eyes suddenly narrowed. She gritted her teeth, "Dugu Bo's poisonous bead!"
"Tell me, what are the medicinal effects of the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss!"
Wang Zhong's expression changed drastically twice. His heart pounded rapidly at this moment, like a child caught doing something wrong, filled with fear and apprehension.
"It, it, ..."
"Speak!" Bi Bidong's sharp shout made Wang Zhong's scalp tingle.
"It enhances the effect of poison, increasing it by a thousand to a hundredfold."
Her wine-red pupils contracted to the size of needle points. Her eyes trembled continuously, and Bi Bidong's heartbeat stopped for two beats at that instant.
A thousandfold increase!
Dugu Bo's full-power poison!
These two sentences completely shattered her last vestiges of reason!
"Slap!"
A dull slap echoed throughout the forest. Bi Bidong gritted her silver teeth, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Kneel!"
Her immense and terrifying soul power, combined with her volcanic rage, made the current Bi Bidong appear like an enraged monarch. Her wine-red hair whipped wildly behind her head, and an endless majesty poured down like a collapsing heaven.
With a clear palm print on his face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, Wang Zhong faced the furious Bi Bidong. He lowered his emerald eyes, knelt on both knees, and remained silent, his lips pressed together.