A moment later, a burly, bald man standing two meters tall, with a pot belly and a necklace of skulls, strode into the Beifeng Inn.

"Skull Maitreya!!"

"Skull Maitreya, the Right Envoy of the Prison Skull Sect. What’s he doing here?"

"..."

The moment the Jianghu Wanderers in the Beifeng Inn saw the burly, bald man, they all gasped, and a flicker of Fear crossed their eyes.

Skull Maitreya was the Right Envoy of the Prison Skull Sect, an expert of the Martial Saint Level. Countless powerhouses had died at his hands. His favorite pastime was turning the skulls of those he killed into a necklace, which he wore on his person.

’Skull Maitreya, it’s really him! Don’t tell me his target is the young lady?’

The ever-unflappable Uncle An’s expression finally darkened, and a sliver of Fear welled up in his heart.

Skull Maitreya was a ruthless killer with a violent temper. Even with Qin Bingbing’s extraordinary background, if Skull Maitreya went on a murderous rampage, all Uncle An could do was fight to the death to buy some time.

"Skull Maitreya!!"

Upon hearing the name, even the fearless young lady Qin Bingbing couldn’t help but turn pale. Her body trembled slightly, a look of Fear flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Skull Maitreya was a ruthless murderer who even had the vile habit of cannibalism. He was known as one of the most vicious fiends even within the Prison Skull Sect.

"Skull Maitreya pays his respects to Your Majesty, the Poison Emperor!"

Skull Maitreya stopped five meters from the youth in white and smiled faintly.

"The Poison Emperor! He’s the Poison Emperor, Han Feng?"

"He’s the Poison Emperor, Han Feng?"

"..."

All eyes, filled with utter shock, focused on the youth in white.

Qin Bingbing’s eyes lit up with excitement. "The Poison Emperor, Han Feng! He’s actually the Poison Emperor, Han Feng! No wonder his servant is so powerful! Now we’re saved!"

Shu Feng downed the Osmanthus Wine before him in a single gulp and said coolly, "Skull Maitreya, you knew I was here, yet you still dared to show your face. Do you have a death wish?"

"Your Majesty, the Poison Emperor, you are the second strongest under heaven! Aside from the Blazing Sun Sword Saint of the Bei Mo Royal Court, Zen Master Wuxin of the Asura Temple, and the number one, Wei Tuxian, no one in this world is your match in a one-on-one fight. I am no exception. However, since I dared to come, it is because I am completely confident I can deal with you."

Skull Maitreya smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on Shu Feng’s head with a fervent glint. The head of the second-strongest man in the world was about to become part of his collection of skulls. The very thought filled him with excitement.

Shu Feng said calmly, "To my knowledge, I’ve done nothing to offend the Prison Skull Sect. Why have you come for me? Has the Void Demon Clan offered a bounty too tempting for you to refuse?"

A fervent glint flashed in Skull Maitreya’s eyes as he grinned. "Your Majesty, the Poison Emperor, is as perceptive as they say. That’s right, the Void Demon Clan has put a massive bounty on your head. If we can claim it, all the higher-ups in our Prison Skull Sect can undergo the clan’s ritual and become Void Demon Nobles. I, myself, could become a Void Demon Duke, gaining ten thousand years of Undying life!"

Shu Feng said coolly, "Is the Prison Skull Sect sending just you? On your own, you might not even be a match for my servant."

The old servant standing behind Shu Feng like a shadow suddenly straightened up. His eyes flashed with a keen light as the terrifying, overbearing aura of a Martial Saint Level expert erupted from him.

"A Martial Saint! As expected of the Poison Emperor, to have a Martial Saint as a servant!"

"The Poison Emperor is truly worthy of his title! To have a Martial Saint as a servant!"

"..."

As the Jianghu Wanderers in the Beifeng Inn felt the terrifying aura emanating from the old servant, their eyes widened in shock.

A single expert of the Martial Saint Level could serve as a Supreme Elder in a Martial Arts Holy Land, or even become the founding monarch of a small kingdom.

Every Martial Saint was an incredibly proud individual; it was almost unheard of for one to become someone else’s servant. The fact that Shu Feng had a Martial Saint as his servant was nothing short of terrifying.

Skull Maitreya chuckled. "The Sect Leader of the Profound Demon Sect! Alone, I am indeed only his equal. But Your Majesty, the Poison Emperor, do you really think the Prison Skull Sect would send only me to deal with you?"

"Death Demon Sword pays his respects to Your Majesty, the Poison Emperor!"

A tall, lanky man with long arms and legs and an ugly face strode in. Dressed in black, only his eyes were remarkable, shining with a brilliant light like two sharp swords as he stared silently at Shu Feng.

"Skull Maitreya and Death Demon Sword! The Prison Skull Sect only sent the two of you Martial Saints? You think you can oppose my master with just the two of you? You’re courting death!"

The Profound Demon Sect Leader grinned sinisterly and began his Demonization. His body instantly swelled to three meters tall and became covered in a layer of Dragon Demon Scale. His eyes transformed into vertical, draconic pupils, and a terrifyingly powerful aura erupted from him.

After Demonizing into a Void Demon Duke, the Profound Demon Sect Leader’s combat power had doubled. Even if the two Martial Saints, Skull Maitreya and Death Demon Sword, joined forces, they might not be his match.

"We of the Prison Skull Sect would naturally not be careless when dealing with Your Majesty, the Poison Emperor."

Inside the Beifeng Inn, the face of a man with brutish, fleshy features began to twist. His body emitted a series of sharp cracks as his bones stretched and reformed.

In the span of a single breath, the brutish-looking man had transformed into a handsome, refined, middle-aged man who looked for all the world like a great, well-read scholar.

"Greetings, Sect Leader!"

The two Martial Saints, Skull Maitreya and Death Demon Sword, bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, who looked just like a great, well-read scholar, was the Prison Skeleton Gate Master.

Behind the Prison Skeleton Gate Master, two men stood up. Their bodies writhed and shifted, transforming into a white-haired old man and a white-haired old woman. They were the two Supreme Elders of the Prison Skull Sect, Nether Blade and Hongye.

The Prison Skeleton Gate Master spoke courteously, "Your Majesty, the Poison Emperor, your strength is immense. We have no choice but to face you together. I hope you can forgive our impudence."

Shu Feng gave the Prison Skeleton Gate Master a smile that was not quite a smile. "All this chatter... are you stalling for time? Waiting for the poison to take effect?"

At these words, the expressions of Skull Maitreya, Death Demon Sword, and the two Supreme Elders of the Prison Skull Sect flickered.

"The braised beef contained the deadly poison ’Erosion Powder.’ It’s from the Poison Immortal Valley and can easily kill a Martial Saint. The poached chicken contained ’Moon God’s Intoxication,’ a poison that can make a Martial Saint lose all their Profound Qi. And as for the Osmanthus Wine... that held ’Burial God,’ the ultimate treasure of the Poison Immortal Valley, a legendary poison said to be able to kill even a Demigod."

"The innkeeper, Madam Fang, just served me the catalyst for ’Burial God.’ Which means she must be this generation’s Poison Immortal, the Valley Master of the Poison Immortal Valley."