Strike while the iron is hot. Capitalizing on the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader's inability to spare a hand, Chu Qinghuang accelerated her movements. Combined with her blistering speed, it took less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea for the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader to be utterly defeated, his hands severed cleanly at the wrists by Chu Qinghuang.
"Ah..." Stripped of his hands, the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader curled up on the ground, writhing in agony. Without his hands, he was essentially stripped of his greatest asset. Even the spatial ring remained on his severed fingers, making any thought of retrieving a Talisman to escape a pipe dream. Chu Qinghuang stood a short distance away, watching the fading, near-death Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader. If he hadn't dispatched men to ambush them on their return journey to Lingxiao Hall, Chu Qinghuang wouldn't have bothered eliminating the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. But since the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader had harbored murderous intent, failing once meant he would surely try again. To prevent future trouble, Chu Qinghuang had no choice but to wipe the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect off the map.
Chu Qinghuang produced a clean cloth, wiped the blood from her sword, and sheathed it. She turned to Fang Lan and said, "Send him on his way."
Chapter 338