<h4>Chapter 163 Karmic Fire Realm</h4>


    As the five poisonous creatures moved forward together, the ziying spiders that had poured into the hall earlier all rushed back out in a frenzy. On the roof, the fourdies who were controlling the spiders were taken aback. They stopped their enchanting dance and looked at Mu Yumo.


    Mu Yumo was about to gain victory with one more swing of her de, but she was suddenly caught.


    Caught between two fingers, the Lei n Thunderp Fingers.


    A single finger to break Cangshan, two fingers to break Qian Kun!


    "I didn’t expect Qianhu-gege had kept a hand and invited the Wen n for help. It was I who underestimated you!" Mu Yumo gave a wide smile, flung the jade flute aside and smacked it with her palm. Her palm was infused with frost qi, showing a thread of chilliness.


    Two fingers on Lei Qianhu''s right hand snapped the sharp de on the jade flute in an instant, flinging it back towards Mu Yumo. As it brushed past the hair on her cheeks, he raised a finger on his left hand to meet Mu Yumo’s palm.


    After using her palm strike, Mu Yumo retreated quickly, her face filled with an evil smile. She channeled her qi into both palms again and the cold energy surged forth.


    "Frosted ck Palm." Lei Qianhu coughed lightly and frowned.


    "How does my Frosted ck Palmpare to Demonic Cult’s You Bing?" Mu Yumo smiled. Back then, Lei Qianhu fought with the elder from the Demonic Cult, You Bing, and exchanged three moves. He killed the other, but became infected with this chronic cold poison. Now that he was facing this extremely cold palm again, the pain he suffered must have felt like falling into an extremely cold hell.


    But quickly, Mu Yumo had to put away her smile, because she realised that the cold qi around Lei Qianhu''s body was gradually dissipating, and after a short while, there was even a heat that began surging. Even his eyes became fiery red, and he gathered the white tiger fur coat on his body, speaking slowly, "Twelve years ago, it didn’t hinder my martial arts, so what can it do today?"


    "This is----- the zing Arts of Thunderbolt Hall? You mastered it?" Mu Yumo''s eyes showed a hint of surprise.


    "Originally, with my body and talent, I couldn''t have mastered it, but I have a pretty good shixiong." Lei Qianhu took a step forward. "Come on. Our duel has just begun."


    After the spiders in the hall werepletely wiped out, only Grandmaster Tang, Tang Xuan, Tang Huang, Tang Qisha and Wen Liang stood face to face in the hall. Grandmaster Tang drew a stool from the side, sat down, and looked at Wen Liang. "This kid from Wen n, you drove away the spiders, so now, you’re thinking of facing us hand-to-hand?"


    "I wouldn’t dare." Wen Liang bowed hurriedly. "This younger one just has a better rtionship with Hu-ye so I helped to keep his house clean and hygienic, and keep out the pests. What do you mean hand-to-hand, Grandmaster Tang can really tell a joke."


    "Acting crazy and ying the fool," Tang Xuan shouted angrily, stepped out, jumped in front of Wen Liang, and struck with his palm. There was a strange ck colour hidden in the palm’s qi, which was obviously poisonous, but Wen Liang was not the slightest bit bothered. He also struck out his palm and confronted Tang Xuan head-on.


    Tang Xuan''s martial arts training was based on the Arsenic Poison Palm. There was nothing special about this martial arts but what set it apart was the poison used to practice the Arsenic Poison Palm. In order to practice this palm, Tang Xuan used three kinds of poisons that were unique to the Tang n: Spectral Herb, Ice Worm, and Golden Silk Silver Snake to refine his Arsenic Poison. Ordinary people who didn’t have true qi to protect their bodies would be killed with just a touch of his palm. But Wen Liang was still young, would he dare to face him head-on?


    Their two palms met each other and didn’t separate again. The ce where their palms met was sometimes surrounded by ck, sometimes sparkling with gold, and finally it became colourful and brilliant.


    "What kind of martial arts is this kid using?" Tang Huang asked.


    "This kid managed to refine those five poisons. It must have been to practice this martial arts. It’s the Five Poison Soul-Breaking Palm created by Wen Hujiu," Grandmaster Tang replied.


    "Why does using this Palm give rise to so many colours?" Tang Huang was puzzled.


    "In this world, all poison-users have tried to pursue a ''colorless and tasteless'' realm for their poisons, as if that ''colorless and tasteless'' was the most undetectable and most unpredictable type of poison. But, Wen Hujiu imitated one of the old seniors of the Wen n and entered the realm of ‘with colour and taste’. Flowers, leaves, all beautiful colours can turn into poison. Taste of food, fungi, all delicacies can also be poisonous. All colours and tastes of the world can be his poison. So, it bes even harder to avoid and guard against." Grandmaster Tang squinted his eyes. "This young man will be great in the future, and he cannot be allowed to step out of Lei n today."


    Tang Xuan and Wen Liang suddenly withdrew their palms. Tang Xuan retreated more than ten steps and immediately sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly opened, and a colourful smoke slowly exhaled from his mouth. But Wen Liang was in no better shape. He stretched out his right hand and whispered, "Green Little Sister,e here!"


    That green serpent slowly slithered to Wen Liang’s side, opened its mouth and bit down on Wen Liang’s wrist. Slowly, the body of the green serpent changed from green to ck, and finally its entire body curled into a circle, before it slitheredzily into Wen Liang’s sleeve.


    "Was that a draw?" Tang Qisha asked. Tang Xuan had made a name for himself over ten years ago, but he faced off against a neer who was fresh out of the oven and only managed a draw. If word of this got out, the Tang n would be disgraced whenever they met someone from the Wen n.


    "No, Xuan-shidi managed to force Wen Liang’s poison out, but Wen Liang fed his own poison to his snake. If you truly want topare, then it’s the Wen n kid who won," Tang Huang said.


    "Today, there’s no judging between victory and defeat, only life and death," Grandmaster Tang suddenly pronounced loudly.


    With a light flick of Tang Huang''s hand, a very fine needle pierced through the air, rushing towards Wen Liang.


    Tang n Dragon Beard Needle.


    Wen Liang had just dispersed all the lethal poison from his body and his body was still tired out. Not to mention that Dragon Beard Needle was extremely secretive. Although he’d noticed it quickly, he turned his head to see it, but there was no way to dodge in time!


    A hand suddenly blocked right in front of him.


    Then the Dragon Beard Needle suddenly disappeared. It wasn’t knocked down, nor taken away. Instead, it seemed to have evaporated, andpletely vanished into thin air. If there must be some trace of it left, then there was a faint wisp of smoke.


    The Dragon Beard Needle was burned to ashes.


    What kind of martial arts had such a fiery power? What kind of person would have such martial arts?


    "It’s been a long time since west met. This worthy nephew Lei has actually mastered the tenth realm of the zing Arts, Karmic Fire Realm. This old man is very pleased." Grandmaster Tang swept away his casual mood from before and looked at the person who’d suddenly appeared.


    He wore a gray shirt, with a face that was no longer youthful nor was it considered handsome. In fact, he even looked a little shabby, but it was such a person who had once shook the Lei n and the whole martial world.


    Lei n’s Lei Hong.


    He pulled back his right palm and looked at the Tang n members coldly. Although he’d channeled his zing Arts technique, his body did not emit that fiery aura like Lei Qianhu. He was the same as usual, except when he gestured with his hands, the Tang n members who were standing in front of him had a feeling of being burnt by an intense me.


    The eighth volume of the Shurangama Sutra: "Ananda used the fire of Karma to immte himself before witnesses in order to repay his debts, and became a beast."


    Karmic fire was the fire that burned the sin of men.


    This was the tenth realm of the zing Arts, Karmic Fire Realm.