Chapter 1323: The Drunkard

Chapter 1323: The Hangover

The moment the Centipede Venom Lord crawled out of its cave, countless eyes fixed on it.

Over the past seven days, the news of the Centipede Venom Lord challenging the King had spread throughout the entire Ghost Mirth Abyss. The first reaction of all the calamities was shock, followed by doubt... they all thought the centipede had gone mad.

Under the gaze of countless eyes in the darkness, the Centipede Venom Lord crawled directly in a certain direction. It could feel the doubt, pity, helplessness, and amusement in those gazes.

It had never felt this path to be so long.

After an unknown period, a spacious clearing finally appeared before its eyes.

On the clearing, a centipede glowing with a reddish light was surrounded by a group of smaller centipedes, as if guarding something. Many venomous creatures encircled the clearing, whispering as they watched, occasionally glancing towards the very center of their circle...

A figure draped in a large red theatrical robe lay motionless like a lump of mud, as if dead.

The Centipede Venom Lord was stunned.

What happened to the King?

With the arrival of the Centipede Venom Lord, almost all the calamities of the Ghost Mirth Abyss gathered there, their countless eyes fixed on the clearing, and whispers rose and fell.

Seeing the Venom Lord arrive, Wu Yi proactively stood in front of Chen Ling, respectfully saying:

"The King drank eight jars of Five Poisons Wine yesterday and is still not awake."

The Centipede Venom Lord looked at Chen Ling, its expression rather complex.

"Eight jars of Five Poisons Wine?"

"With that amount, all five of us, the great Venom Lords, would be unconscious for days... Chen Ling knew he was supposed to fight today, yet he drank so much in one go yesterday..."

"Does he really disregard me that much???"

The Centipede Venom Lord hissed several times at Chen Ling, as if trying to wake him, but no matter how loudly it called, the red theatrical robe remained unresponsive, like a corpse.

"Lord Venom Lord, the King cannot fight you now. Let's postpone your challenge until next time..." Wu Yi spoke again.

"Postpone again?" The Centipede Venom Lord's gaze hardened. After a moment of hesitation, a fierce look appeared in its eyes.

"The King himself set today as the date with me, and now the time has come. You say 'next time' just like that?"

"Even if it's postponed, the King must tell me himself!"

"What are you to tell me that?!"

The Centipede Venom Lord absolutely did not want to postpone. Firstly, it truly did not want to remain under the shadow of fear; it had decided to resolve everything today and had to proceed. Secondly, with the King heavily intoxicated, it was the perfect opportunity for it to act!

If the Centipede Venom Lord originally felt it had less than a thirty percent chance of winning, with Chen Ling heavily drunk, its chances had undoubtedly increased significantly!

Furthermore, since the King himself set the time, even if it attacked now, it wouldn't be considered taking advantage of someone's weakness; it would simply mean the King underestimated his opponent too much.

The Centipede Venom Lord's eighth-tier aura pressed down, and Wu Yi's heart sank.

But facing the furious roar of its ancestor, it did not retreat. Instead, it released its full aura to contend with it!

Boom—!!

A hurricane swept across the Ghost Mirth Abyss.

Wu Yi was only a seventh-tier creature itself; although it could fight an eighth-tier one, it was barely a match. Moreover, it was not facing an ordinary human eighth-tier, nor a "subpar" eighth-tier from other calamity territories. Before it stood a Venom Lord who had slaughtered countless eighth-tier beings and climbed its way to its current position over mountains of corpses!

If eighth-tier beings were to be ranked, the five great Venom Lords of the Ghost Mirth Abyss were undoubtedly the cream of the crop, capable of sweeping through any other calamity territory.

Under the oppressive aura of the Centipede Venom Lord, Wu Yi felt immense strain. It could barely keep itself from being overwhelmed, but the smaller centipedes of its centipede army behind it were all instantly knocked unconscious...

"A little nobody from who knows where, who's merely reaped some benefits from the King, dares to challenge me?" The Centipede Venom Lord, not concealing its murderous intent, bared its vicious fangs at Wu Yi.

Just then, a massive toad descended from above!

Thud—!!

Violent tremors, accompanied by fierce winds, swept across the entire area, shattering the Centipede Venom Lord's aura.

The Toad Venom Lord glared angrily at the Centipede Venom Lord, its throat bulging intensely...

Then it let out an earth-shattering croak!

"Centipede, are you trying to take advantage of his weakness?!"

"How is this taking advantage of his weakness! The King himself set the time with me! Now I'm here, and he's drunk! He's just avoiding me!!" the Centipede Venom Lord retorted furiously.

Immediately after, the ground between the centipede and the toad suddenly swelled, and a scorpion crawled out from it.

"Scorpion! You be the judge! Isn't this a sneak attack by the Centipede?!" the Toad questioned the Scorpion.

The Scorpion hesitated for a moment.

"Strictly speaking, the Centipede had this arranged in advance, and the King himself knew about it... so, it doesn't count as a sneak attack..."

"You..."

Before the Toad could say anything more, a cold glint flashed in the Centipede's eyes!

Taking advantage of the Toad's distraction in arguing, it flicked its body, transforming into a streak of black light. It shot past Wu Yi and the unconscious small centipedes, its vicious mouthparts glinting coldly as it lunged to tear into the heavily intoxicated Chen Ling.

The Centipede's attack was too sudden; none of the venomous creatures present reacted in time. The ordinary calamities watched in shock, letting out cries of alarm!

"Today, I will kill you, this tyrant, and restore the Ghost Mirth Abyss!!" The Centipede Venom Lord's roar completely drowned out the sounds of all other venomous creatures, echoing through the dark abyss.

However, just as its sharp mouthparts were about to pierce Chen Ling's body, the body, which had been a limp heap, suddenly raised a hand with lightning speed, gripping the Centipede Venom Lord's mouthparts tightly. No matter how hard the latter struggled, it could not advance even a millimeter!

At this moment, the Centipede Venom Lord froze... The gasps of the other calamities also abruptly ceased.

On the clearing, the figure in the red theatrical robe stumbled to its feet, like a hungover slacker regaining a sliver of consciousness, muttering incoherently as it swayed its head:

"Wu Yi..."

"I can still drink... I'm not drunk..."

"Bring... more wine!!"

Wu Yi: ???

The Centipede Venom Lord looked at Chen Ling, who couldn't even stand steadily, and then at the hand that firmly gripped its mouthparts, its mind a complete blank...

Was the King drunk or not?

"Why..."

"I clearly yielded nothing... Why... why does everyone slander me?!!!" Chen Ling, whose eyes were still closed, suddenly let out a hysterical roar, his expression instantly becoming painful and ferocious. The five fingers gripping the Centipede Venom Lord suddenly clenched, and the terrifying force actually carved several cracks into it!!

The next moment, Chen Ling's large red theatrical robe visibly began to dye itself black!

An aura of violence and fury erupted from his body!!