Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Chapter 205: The Terrifying Battle Power of the Skyfire War General

The Skyfire War General placed a hand on the short blade at his waist, his gaze arrogant as he spoke.

The five-inch Spirit Wheel on his chest emitted powerful Spiritual Power fluctuations, leaving Wu Gui under immense pressure.

Peng Xiong knew of the extraordinary nature of the Fire Worship Cult; compared to it, the Thousand Poison Sect was far too insignificant. Even though the Skyfire War General shared the same realm as him, his Spirit Wheel was two inches larger. If they were to truly fight, Peng Xiong’s chances of victory were exceedingly slim—if not impossible. He wouldn’t arrogantly assume his own abilities surpassed those of the Skyfire War General.

Peng Xiong cast a meaningful glance at Wu Gui standing behind the Skyfire War General, then withdrew his Spirit Wheel, retracting his imposing aura back into his body. "Alright, let’s talk."

"Nie Jian, you should go back and calm the elders."

Seeing Peng Xiong back down, Nie Jian understood it wasn’t his place to speak now. He obediently left quickly.

"Let’s hear it—what exactly are you aiming for?"

Peng Xiong scrutinized the Skyfire War General intently, scheming his next move.

The Skyfire War General smirked. "Anyway, you rarely manage sect affairs yourself. Continue being your hands-off Sect Master—just show up when we need to fight. Trust Wu Gui to handle the rest."

Upon hearing this, Peng Xiong furrowed his brows, clashing his fists together as his expression turned fierce. "Trying to seize control of my sect? Then how about we settle this with a proper fight? Even with your five-inch Spirit Wheel, it doesn’t mean you’re that much stronger than me. I’d like to see if you truly have the resolve to put your life on the line for this!"

The Skyfire War General chuckled. "What a harsh choice of words. How could you call this seizing your sect? I’m merely proposing a transaction. Once our deal is done, I guarantee your Thousand Poison Sect will replace the current Governor’s Mansion, ruling over the entire Red Cloud Prefecture region. I’ll even help you eliminate all other sects within the Red Cloud Prefecture."

Peng Xiong wasn’t fooled; he wouldn’t fall for such a tempting offer. Although it sounded wonderful, when the time came, would his words still carry weight?

"There’s no need to use empty promises to trick me—I don’t buy it!"

Peng Xiong sneered repeatedly, pulling out a specially crafted bone whistle and blowing into it.

The bone whistle emitted an unpleasantly sharp sound, echoing throughout the Thousand Poison Sect.

"Wu Gui, do you really think that after being the Second Elder for so many years, gathering a few young followers would be enough to replace me? Ridiculous! Use your brain for a moment—if that were all, how could my Thousand Poison Sect stand above the four major Powerful Families? Skyfire War General, is it? Anywhere else, I might fear you a little. But here, this is my territory!"

The Skyfire War General shrugged. "I have my ways." As he spoke, he looked off into the distance. "Ha, they’re quite fast."

Two figures resembling dried corpses appeared at the distant crossroads.

Their aura was undoubtedly that of Ninth Bone Refining Realm experts, yet their bodies lacked substantial Qi Blood Power. Instead, they were enveloped in a heavy, deathly aura, resembling walking corpses.

These two were the former Sect Masters of the Poison Sect from two successive generations. As their lives neared the end, they used Secret Techniques to transform themselves into these wretched, human-but-not-human, ghost-but-not-ghost forms. This allowed them to retain their powers and extend their lifespans, though their flesh and souls were constantly eroded by deathly energy, leaving them in perpetual pain.

Fortunately, the Sect adhered to a hereditary system. To preserve the sect’s legacy, they were willing to make sacrifices when their lives drew to a close.

Though these two retained a trace of their intelligence, it wasn’t much—especially Peng Xiong’s grandfather, Peng Cheng, whose life force had been almost entirely drained due to the passage of time. Even if he avoided combat, he would return to dust in another dozen or twenty years.

Peng Xiong’s father, Peng Yu, was in slightly better condition. Though his gaze was murky, his consciousness remained relatively intact.