Invincible Soul Emperor

Old Liu eagerly twisted open the lid of the pot, an intense aroma of wine assaulted his senses, instantly filling his olfactory perception.

The scent was sweet and mellow, as if it had been aged for centuries, immersing Old Liu entirely in its fragrance.

“Great wine! Truly great wine!” Old Liu exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement, “Such good wine is not something just anyone can drink. We’re truly blessed by you, Da Hei. Today, let’s enjoy ourselves to the fullest!”

He said this while patting Ye Qingchen’s shoulder affectionately, as if they were old friends.

Old Liu’s excitement was evident, his entire being seemed impatient, keen to taste this legendary brew.

While speaking, he deftly tore off a big piece of meat and eagerly shoved it into his mouth, the greasy aroma overflowing in his mouth, complementing the good wine, creating a delightful sensation.

Ye Qingchen smiled slightly, watching Old Liu completely relax his guard, secretly feeling pleased within.

The burly man in front of him, though possessing remarkable skill, was clearly defenseless against wine and meat, which indeed presented him with a perfect opportunity.

He accompanied Old Liu leisurely with the drinking while secretly surveying the surroundings, preparing for the next steps.

Old Liu, however, was entirely engrossed in the enjoyment of wine and meat, completely forgetting his duties.

He held the wine pot in one hand and the meat in the other, eating and drinking, occasionally letting out satisfied exclamations.

For Old Liu, the satisfaction of this moment far surpassed any previous enjoyment, totally unaware that danger was closing in quietly.

Old Liu had only taken a few sips when he felt his head becoming light-headed, his whole body seemed to walk on clouds, his vision blurred.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, yet found the dizziness intensifying.

He chuckled foolishly, his gaze hazy as he looked towards Ye Qingchen, saying, “Da Hei, this gentleman’s good wine is indeed extraordinary, I’ve barely had a few sips and already feel tipsy, hahaha…”

Old Liu’s laughter contained arrogance and enjoyment; while speaking, he raised the wine pot again, intending to gulp down another mouthful.

Yet, as Ye Qingchen watched his drunken appearance, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, though his face maintained a friendly smile.

He said leisurely, “Naturally, this wine isn’t typical… after all, it’s meant specifically for you.”

As soon as he spoke, a tone of undeniable coldness permeated Ye Qingchen’s voice, carrying a touch of sarcasm and confident triumph.

Old Liu was stunned for a moment, the intoxication instantly shattered by a chill.

His expression transformed from joyful foolishness to shocked horror, the wine pot slipped from his hand, spilling wine onto the ground, his mind immediately recalling the earlier conversation, suddenly realizing he’d been duped.

Ye Qingchen’s calm yet indifferent voice echoed around him, as if a thunderbolt exploded, jolting him completely awake.

“You… you…” Old Liu began to tremble in his voice, his entire body frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at Ye Qingchen, his face full of disbelief.

He struggled desperately to stand firm, but his body refused to comply, his legs felt weak, his steps faltered.

Only then did he realize he had fallen into Ye Qingchen’s trap, and that pot of wine was precisely the poison designed to strip him of his ability to resist.

Old Liu gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to collapse. He struggled to stand firm, yet felt his limbs powerless, as if his strength had been drained. Each step was exceedingly arduous; sweat dripped from his forehead, mingling with the just-spilled wine, forming a mess on the ground.

His heart raced uncontrollably, aware he’d been thoroughly outmaneuvered, the fear surged like a tide engulfing him.

Ye Qingchen watched Old Liu’s struggling form, his smile not diminishing but growing.

With a calm demeanor, he stood before Old Liu, arms crossed, serenely admiring the scene.

Old Liu sensed his body gradually losing control; he immediately circulated his Spiritual Power within, attempting to suppress the poison.

With the surge of Spiritual Power, his consciousness slightly cleared, his eyes rekindled with the flame of fury.

He glaringly fixed his gaze on Ye Qingchen and Xiao Xiao, his face full of ferocious anger, thunderously shouting in the sky, “Oh! You dare to deceive me! So you are the two felons!”

Old Liu’s heart blazed with rage, to be so easily fooled by two juniors was utterly humiliating. As his fury roared, his Spiritual Power frenziedly surged, an overwhelming aura instantly erupted from his body.

Although the poison wreaked havoc inside, leaving him in poor condition, Old Liu was still a formidable Martial Artist, having reached the Eighth Layer of Martial Emperor Realm, he could still wield considerable combat prowess.

The surrounding air seemed distorted by the pressure, dust on the ground was lifted by the strong Spiritual Power, nearby grass and trees swayed under the mighty momentum.

Old Liu’s gaze became exceptionally sharp, as if he intended to swallow Ye Qingchen and Xiao Xiao whole. He roared angrily, his body’s Spiritual Power gushed like a torrent, the entire physique seemed expanded and terrifying under this impact.

Ye Qingchen and Xiao Xiao faced with this powerful pressure, instantly felt a crushing force approaching, as if the surrounding air had grown heavy.

Old Liu’s Spiritual Power, although partly weakened by the poison, still retained enough strength to cause alarm.

Old Liu’s body was enveloped in Spiritual Power, seemingly transformed into an enraged Vajra, poised to launch a fatal attack on both.

Old Liu stared intently at Ye Qingchen, his eyes filled with ferocity and hatred.

His muscles tightened, veins bulged, as his hands slowly raised, Spiritual Power concentrated in his palms, forming a terrifying power fluctuation, ready to strike at any moment.

Old Liu knew perfectly well he could no longer afford hesitation and delay, these two were clearly more formidable than he imagined, any further indecision might plunge him into greater danger.

“Do you think you can trap me this way?” Old Liu gritted his teeth, his voice low and fiery, “Today, don’t think you can escape easily!”

He stepped forward abruptly, his momentum exploded, the whole world seemed engulfed by his rage, the air was filled with the oscillation of his formidable Spiritual Power.

Ye Qingchen noticed Old Liu still able to forcefully circulate Spiritual Power, feeling somewhat surprised.

He initially thought after drinking the drugged pot of wine, Old Liu would completely lose his combat capability, yet unexpectedly, this burly man was still able to unleash such formidable strength.

The pressure from Old Liu’s body spread like waves, Ye Qingchen instantly felt an overwhelming oppression, even struggling to breathe.