137: Chapter 137 Double-crossing!!

"Deal!" The black-robed man hesitated only for a moment before agreeing.

In his mind, Chu Feng was only at the Foundation Establishment stage; how much combat power could he possibly have?

Although those few moves just now were strong, he must have used some kind of secret technique or Magic Treasure, which could not be sustained.

To truly slay the Green Water Poison Crocodile, he still had to rely on himself, a Golden Core Demonic Cultivator at the fourth layer.

As for the distribution of the spoils... both of them had ulterior motives, and their so-called alliance was merely a temporary expediency.

Chu Feng and Tang An stopped retreating.

He brandished his jade blood sword, and the sword light struck directly at the eyes of the Green Water Poison Crocodile, attempting to obstruct its vision.

The sword light was like lightning—precise and ruthless.

At the same time, he sent a voice transmission to Tang An: "Do not get close; stay further away. If this beast goes berserk, the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator and I might not be able to stop it."

"You provide support from the perimeter. If anyone from the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect tries to fish in troubled waters, you handle them. Stay careful; saving your own life is the priority."

"Understood! You must be careful!" Tang An understood. Although he was worried about Chu Feng, he also knew that his own strength was insufficient; staying here would only make him a burden.

With his combat power, even if he used all his Treasure Artifacts, his attacks would be nothing more than a tickle to this thick-skinned, scale-covered giant beast.

Instead, it might cause Chu Feng to be distracted by protecting him, affecting the battle.

With Tang An no longer by his side, Chu Feng could unleash his full potential.

His figure moved like the wind, weaving around the Green Water Poison Crocodile, his feet treading mysterious footwork; at times he floated like willow catkins, and at other times he moved as swiftly as thunder.

Sword light and thunder-fire rained down incessantly, specifically targeting the relatively vulnerable parts of the Yao Beast: its eyes, nostrils, and the spot on its abdomen previously injured by the poison needle.

His attacks were precise and efficient. Every strike was perfectly timed, neither giving the Green Water Poison Crocodile a chance to catch its breath nor compromising his safe distance.

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect also made his move.

As he changed his finger seals, countless black insects flew out from his sleeves, their "buzzing" sound like a surging tide as they swarmed toward the Yao Beast, blotting out the sky.

These poisonous insects were as small as gnats, pitch-black all over, and known as Bone-Eating Poison Ants; they were the life-bound venomous insects he had meticulously cultivated.

Each one contained potent poison and had sharp mouthparts capable of drilling through protective armor, specifically designed to devour flesh and blood.

Once they drilled into a body, they would gnaw frantically, dismantling the enemy from the inside; it was extremely insidious.

Tens of thousands of poisonous insects turned into a black cloud, shrouding a portion of the Green Water Poison Crocodile's body.

"Roar!" The Green Water Poison Crocodile roared in anger. Although its intelligence was not high, it could still feel that these two little things were challenging its majesty.

It whipped its massive tail wildly, kicking up towering waves of mud in an attempt to force the two back.

At the same time, it opened its mouth to spew toxic miasma, covering a large area.

However, the intelligence of this Yao Beast was clearly not high. Having reigned supreme here, it had never encountered such persistent and cunning opponents.

Although its attacks were immensely powerful, they were straightforward and lacked variation, relying entirely on instinct.

At this moment, its counterattack was, in the eyes of Chu Feng and the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator, practically child's play.

Both were individuals with rich combat experience; how could they easily fall for it?

Chu Feng swayed his body slightly, turning into several afterimages, while his true self had already shifted a hundred zhang away.

The mud waves passed through his phantom images, hitting nothing.

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator sacrificed a small black flag; the flag unfurled, transforming into a black cloud that carried him as he shifted rapidly, avoiding the toxic miasma with smooth, fluid movements.

Both of them retreated to over a thousand zhang away, continuing their attacks from a distance.

They were not seeking a quick victory, but rather stability; they would just keep wearing it down, continuously draining the Yao Beast of blood.

The longer the time dragged on, the more the Green Water Poison Crocodile would bleed, the greater its stamina consumption would be, and the higher their chances of victory would become.

This was the most reliable method for dealing with large Yao Beasts.

"Fellow Daoist, keep up the effort! It is already at the end of its rope!" The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator shouted loudly, changing his finger seals to sacrifice a pitch-black poison needle.

This poison needle was three inches long, as thin as a cow's hair, and pitch-black all over. It was called the Soul-Devouring Poison Needle and was one of his trump card hidden weapons.

A flash of black light appeared, and the poison needle shot out silently. Its speed was extreme, with its trajectory almost invisible in the air as it struck directly at the left eye of the Green Water Poison Crocodile!

This time, he wanted to completely destroy the beast's eye.

"Whoosh!" The poison needle pierced accurately into the Yao Beast's eye, sinking deep inside!

The potent poison on the needle erupted instantly, and a ghostly green toxic light shone from the eye socket.

"Roar!!!" The Green Water Poison Crocodile writhed in extreme pain. It shook its head frantically, attempting to shake out the poison needle, but the needle had already sunk deep into the eye socket; how could it be so easily shaken out?

Moreover, the potent poison on the needle began to take effect, not only corroding flesh and blood but also damaging its Divine Soul, causing it unbearable pain and making its consciousness begin to blur.

The giant beast went berserk, turning the entire marsh upside down.

Mud waves towered, toxic miasma overflowed; it slammed its head violently against the ground and swept its tail wildly around, leaving the area within a hundred zhang in a state of chaos.

Even Tang An, who was watching from afar, had to retreat again, hiding even further away.

"What a formidable hidden weapon!" Seeing this, Chu Feng felt a sense of vigilance arise in his heart.

Golden Core Demonic Cultivators were truly not easy to deal with; their methods were insidious and impossible to guard against.

While staying on guard against the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect Cultivator, he imbued the jade blood sword with Geng-Metal Earth Thunder.

After being enchanted, the piercing power and destructive force of the jade blood sword soared.

"Splurt!" The sword rainbow pierced through its body, stabbing in from the abdominal wound and exiting from the back, bringing with it a spray of blood and flesh; fragments of internal organs were even vaguely visible.

The Green Water Poison Crocodile hissed. Its abdominal wound had been enlarged, and blood gushed out like a waterfall, dyeing a large area of the marsh blood-red, with a thick, inseparable stench of blood.

It struggled a few times but was unable to rise for a moment.

Clearly, this sword strike had severely wounded its vitals, damaging its internal organs, and its life force was rapidly fading.

"Hahaha! This beast is done for!" The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator let out a long sigh of relief, a look of joy appearing on his face.

He had not expected Chu Feng's attack to be so fierce, capable of causing such damage.

The power of that sword strike was already not inferior to the full-force strike of a Middle Stage Golden Core Cultivator; this young man was truly not simple.

He turned his head and smiled at Chu Feng: "Fellow Daoist, your strength is truly extraordinary. Without your help, I fear it would have been difficult to take down this Yao Beast today."

These words were sincere. If not for Chu Feng's sword strike severely wounding the Green Water Poison Crocodile, relying solely on his poison arts to kill this thick-skinned Yao Beast would have taken an unknown amount of time, and he might even have been killed in return.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. If not for your poison needle injuring its eye first, I would not have been able to succeed." Chu Feng smiled faintly and added, "Continue attacking! We can divide the spoils once it is completely dead."

"Good!!!" The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator nodded, a trace of imperceptible cold light flashing in his eyes.

He calculated in his heart that this young man had impressive strength, but was ultimately at the Foundation Establishment stage; that sword strike just now must have consumed a great deal.

Once the Green Water Poison Crocodile was completely dead...

Chu Feng's sword light and thunder techniques, and the Demonic Cultivator's poisonous insects and toxic mist, rained down upon the Green Water Poison Crocodile like raindrops.

Although the attacks were not as fierce as before, they were continuous, not giving the Yao Beast any chance to recover.

"Boom!" Just as the Green Water Poison Crocodile was about to struggle to its feet, it was once again blasted to the ground by the dense attacks.

Although it was thick-skinned, under such continuous attacks, it gradually could not hold on.

Large patches of scales on its back shattered, leaving it a bloody mess.

The wound on its abdomen grew larger and larger, with blood flowing ceaselessly.

Its left eye was completely blind, and its right eye was also bloodshot, its vision blurred.

As the attacks became more and more dense, the wounds on its body became more and more numerous.

Its roars gradually weakened, turning from sky-shaking bellows into low whines, each one filled with pain.

Its life force was rapidly fading, its blood almost drained, and its movements becoming increasingly sluggish; it clearly could not hold on for much longer.

"Roar..." Finally, the Green Water Poison Crocodile let out a low whimper, and its massive body went completely limp in the mud, no longer moving.

The light in its eyes dissipated, and its aura was completely gone; only its tail twitched occasionally, proving that it was indeed dead.

A Level 7 Earth Yao, the Green Water Poison Crocodile, had fallen!

"Fellow Daoist, according to our previous agreement, the Yao core and poison sac belong to you, and the remaining Materials belong to me. How about that?" Chu Feng said calmly, appearing as if he were truly prepared to divide the spoils.

"That is only natural; Fellow Daoist is indeed true to your word." A cold, sinister look flashed through the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's eyes, but he immediately responded with a smile.

Having said that, he walked toward the corpse of the Green Water Poison Crocodile, preparing to extract the Yao core and poison sac.

The next instant. A cold light suddenly appeared in Chu Feng's eyes, his murderous intent fully exposed!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Almost at the same instant, dozens of black lights shot out violently from the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's hands.

The two of them had actually chosen to strike at the exact same moment, both wanting to kill the other.

At this moment, their so-called agreement and cooperation were completely shattered.

The cruel Law of the cultivation world was revealed without doubt; in the face of interests, there are no permanent friends, only permanent enemies.

"Clang, clang, clang!" Dozens of poison needles struck Chu Feng's Treasure Artifact, the [Black Tortoise Shield], emitting a dense sound of metal clashing, like rain hitting plantain leaves.

The Black Tortoise Shield trembled incessantly, its surface rippling with layers of waves and flickering spiritual light, easily blocking all the poison needles and deflecting them away, where they fell into the marsh.

The thing Chu Feng was least short of was Low Grade Treasure Artifacts. He was an Earth-Grade Weapon master now; refining Treasure Artifacts was very easy for him.

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's sneak attack failed, and his expression changed drastically. Meanwhile, Chu Feng's Geng-Metal Sword Qi had already slashed down; the Sword Qi was fierce, and the Sword Intent locked on, leaving no room to dodge!

"You..." The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator was both shocked and angry. He had not expected Chu Feng's reaction to be so fast and his defenses to be so thorough. He hurriedly parried.

But this strike from Chu Feng was Geng-Metal Sword Qi.

"Pfft!!" The Sword Qi was like a hot knife through butter, easily piercing through the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's defenses.

"Splurt!" The Sword Qi entered his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and looked down at his chest. There was a bowl-sized bloody hole there, transparent from front to back, his heart had been shredded, and his flesh was a bloody mess.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only a mouthful of black blood gushed out, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"You... actually... were still able to..." He spat out a few words with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness, resentment, and a trace of regret.

He regretted being greedy, and he regretted underestimating this seemingly young opponent.

He, a dignified Golden Core Demonic Cultivator at the fourth layer, had roamed for decades, killing and looting countless times, yet today he had fallen into the hands of a Foundation Establishment junior; it was truly ironic.

He slowly collapsed, his breath cut off, his pupils dilated.

"When dealing with a tiger, how can one not leave a backup plan?" Chu Feng sneered, looking at the corpse lying on the ground.

He did not step forward; instead, he raised his hand and fired another Geng-Metal Earth Thunder, blasting it toward that "corpse"!

The thunder was grand in momentum; it was clearly a full-force strike, leaving no room for error.

Chu Feng acted with caution, knowing full well that the methods of Demonic Cultivators were bizarre and that they often possessed techniques for feigning death or using substitutes. Landing the finishing blow was the most important part of a battle.