Poison God's Heritage

"Ha, HA HAHAHAHAHAH!" he began laughing like a third-rate villain immediately after.

"I have to admit, you played your cards pretty well, if it was any other, you might have had them in the palms of your hands," he said.

I\'m not going to indulge him with an answer, let him speak, the more he monologues the more time I gain.

"But, you made one fatal mistake," he said as his face snapped to my location.

Shivers ran down my spine, how the hell did he know where I was, everything from his perspective should be completely dark and black.

I was even using the Traceless Steps to make sure that my entire body is hidden along with my Qi.

"Your Soul! I can smell the stench, it\'s putrid, like the soul of those who suffered thousands of years of torture, it stinks of indignation, discrimination, pain, and agony, your soul darker than coal is as bright as a lamp in the pitch of the darkest night," he said.

\'The fuck, are you a dog!\'

"But, that isn\'t enough to break me out of this place, just knowing where you are, you could still escape." He said as he looked around, "That is of course if this was \'Your\' Domain," he grinned.

"Domain! COFFIN OF THE IRON MOUNTAIN!"

\'Shit! He is bruit forcing his own domain!\'

Immediately after he uttered his words, the temperature inside of my own Domain of Delusions grew exponentially so.

"You know full well that fire won\'t work on me," I said.

"Yes, I do know, since you\'re an owner of a Heart Flame. But, can your meager understanding of Law stop my flames?!" he said and more flames surged out, consuming the darkness itself.

\'Shit!\' I cursed, not at the heat but I finally understood what he was trying to do. He wasn\'t attacking me, he was attacking the domain, trying to overload it.

"You finally get it fake one," he said.

\'Fake one?\'

"You\'re not the owner of this body, your incompatible, your own understanding of Spatial Law is weak and flimsy, what, did you die and decide to possess this boy? Sloppy work! For those who possess another body cannot use their original domain, if you had learned a Demonic Domain I might not have had this opportunity!" he said "BURN!" he roared as he raised his hands up, and magma-like the floods shot out from everywhere around him, going up as if it was a tidal wave that wanted to consume the whole world.

Crack!

Looking up, a massive fissure appeared on my Domain of Delusions. He was right, this body cannot fully express the Domain of Delusions as can my original body. It isn\'t attuned to it, it cannot fully use it. No, not the body, the Soul itself since the understanding of Domains is saved within the soul, only my original body with my original soul can.

This body has a part of my soul that allowed me to even manifest the Domain of Delusions, but it was not the original soul, it\'s a twisted, damaged and fully murky, and corrupted Soul, it cannot use the Domain of Delusions to perfection, and because of that…

Crack!

The domain shattered as I was overtaken by the Fire Cultivator\'s domain. The tables were turned…

"Now, welcome to hell!" he said as his domain fully consumed mine.

"Fall to despair, knowing that you although halted my advance for but a few minutes, still failed, Die in the pits of hell, courtesy of the Fire Lord!" he said as he pointed his finger forward causing the waves of magma created from his domain to surge towards me.

I sighed, "Damn I didn\'t think I\'ll have to do this now," I said as I closed my eyes.

"Already given up I see, then farewell!\' he spoke.

But all I needed was open my eyes once again and I was already outside of his domain.

I immediately shot forward while the fire cultivator\'s eyes were still adjusting back to reality, unable to understand how his own domain was shattered without an ounce of resistance.

"Fist of Demonic Roaring Ki! Devil\'s Impact!" my right fist, seared and smoldering in a surcharge of Demonic Qi, manifested a gauntlet of force that had a reddish jet-like thruster of Qi to further enhance and empower the blow.

My Fist connected to the Fire Cultivator\'s chest fully and completely, and then I heard a crunch.

The fire Cultivator\'s eyes opened then he looked down, seeing my fist landing against his chest.

He then smiled, and I wailed in pain. The crunch was my fist breaking like a twig.

"Fooli-"

Before the swords could leave his mouth, his nose, eyes, and mouth sprayed blood.

"GHAAAA!" I roared as I funneled the remaining energy from the Fist of Demonic Roaring Ki into him, even at the cost of fully mangling my fist.

And like a cannon shooting a target at point-blank range, the two of us were blasted away.

I rolled on the ground, feeling every bone in my body bending to the point of cracking, and was only stopped when I slammed into a couple of pillars.

I coughed out a spray of blood in front of me, so much of it I thought that I had no more blood in me. And when I looked forward, I saw the fire cultivator struggling to stand up.

"How! HOW CAN A MERE SOUL FORMATION BASTARD INFLICT DAMAGE UPON THIS GREAT ONE!" he looked at me with eyes redder than blood, biting down hard on a part of his lower lip that blood was seeping, while his expression turned from ugly, to an enraged asura.

As he was on all fours, he looked at me as if he was a beast and I was prey, then he blasted forward.

I can\'t move an inch, this body took so much damage from one exchange that I think It\'s going to die right here.

Just as he was about to break me in half with his extended hand, he was met with four swords, all courtesy of Y who smashed the cultivator away as if he was a baseball. Yet there was clearly not much damage from that blow since the cultivator recovered immediately.

"We\'ll help!" said the Poison Sect master and the Demon Sect Master.

The two of them joined the fray to stop the enraged cultivator.

"MERE FLIES DARE?!" the Fire Cultivator heaved as he took in a breath so big you could see his chest, neck, and cheeks swell up. Then he let go of the breath he held, fused in it a guided twister of flames that threatened to obliterate and end all life that would come in contact with it.

But before the tornado could come crashing down. I smiled. "Good, just in time," I said.

Suddenly from far away a blasting, sound-breaking, and wind-tearing projectile arrived.

Just as the tornado was about to eradicate everyone in the arena. The projectile blocked its way and manifested a giant dome that covered the entire area. Causing the tornado to sear the ground and burn against the raging sea. Steam blew up as cold and hot met and created a fog that hid the view of the sun itself.

A dark shade hung upon the island as the only two things hovering in the skies were the fire cultivator and a person, the person was sitting in the lotus position with eyes closed on top of a steel board.

"Who… is this man?" asked the Poison Sect master.

Everyone looked up, they didn\'t understand who this person was.

"Man, I barely made it, one hour was really hard to steal," I smiled.

"One hour?" the Fire Cultivator spoke, looking warily at the motionless sitting corps. "It hasn\'t been more than an incense stick\'s worth of time since I came here," he said but then looked up and frowned.

"The sun had moved…" he then looked at me and realize I was smirking. "You…you not only controlled space, but you also controlled time? In that domain? What frightening talent… I cannot allow something like you to live!" he said.

"I didn\'t control the time that\'s in the domain of deity, I only controlled your perception of it. In my domain, I control senses, and making you think that time hadn\'t passed was as easy as turning my palm," I coughed again.

"But then what, I can feel that this corpse you called is not even stronger than the other two saint class cultivators, you think that just adding another person that you\'ll live," he smiled.

"Well, how about we see if you\'re right about that?" I closed my eyes. And Shen Mo was out of service.

I took a breath, this time my point of view was far higher than the almost corpse-like shape of Shen Mo, well he is technically a corpse. But with damage that severe… damn, it\'s gonna take some time to fix it.

My emerald eyes met the Fire Cultivator\'s eyes.

"A Poison God Acolyte!" the Fire Cultivator\'s skin shuddered.

"Oh, so you know, then, Let\'s play!" and then I slapped both palms together.

"Now now, it\'s been a few years since I last moved in this body, let\'s see if it\'s still works the same!"