CHAPTER 200: DESTROYING POISON SECT

Inside the Imperial Treasury, Igaris stood still for a moment, eyes slowly scanning the vast chamber filled with ancient relics, shimmering weaponry, and rows upon rows of crystalline cores that pulsed with raw, compressed power.

Millions of beast cores, collected over centuries by the Blue Moon Empire, lay neatly stacked like bricks of divine currency. Forbidden Martial Arts sealed in jade scrolls glowed faintly with ancient aura. Magical artifacts, some humming softly, others exuding terrifying pressure, floated silently in levitation arrays.

This was the spoils of war, and more importantly, the fuel he needed.

"So this is why conquest excites me..." he thought, stepping forward and picking up a dense crimson core that radiated at least Peak Grandmaster-tier energy.

He clenched it, letting its warmth seep into his palm.

"To return to my prime, I need energy in astronomical quantities. These... they’ll push me closer to the Saint Rank."

Perhaps not all the way, but close enough that even the heavens would start feeling his breath again.

Still, Igaris was no tyrant blind to logistics. He didn’t hoard it all for himself.

He distributed a share to his loyal allies—Jian Longchen, Shirley, Evernight, and even Sect Master Fang Tianyi. Another portion was set aside to keep the Empire’s operations running. Infrastructure, military wages, civil order—he understood power wasn’t just about strength, but sustaining control.

As for the former Emperor Yan Jao, his fate was sealed the moment he tried to claim what wasn’t his. The execution was carried out in silence, without spectacle. His entire bloodline followed soon after. Igaris had no room for future threats or royal revenge.

And when he learned of Princess Lihua’s secret attempts to have Shirley assassinated using borrowed mercenaries and poison from the infamous Black Needle Pavilion, he didn’t hesitate. His blade struck her down before the court, blood splattering across the throne room tiles. No trial. No mercy.

"I gave her a chance when I spared the royal daughters," he muttered as her body fell, "but she chose death."

With the Blue Moon Empire stabilized, a new banner rising over its spires, and his authority undisputed, Igaris turned his gaze to the next cancer in the land.

The Poison Sect.

They had long operated in shadows, their roots spread across cities and slums, dealing in dark concoctions, human trafficking, and assassination contracts. Their reach corrupted both nobles and lowborn alike. Even in the Empire’s peak, they were untouchable.

But not anymore.

Standing at the edge of the imperial balcony, the wind tugging at his robe and dark hair, Igaris spoke without turning.

"Send word," he said coldly. "We move against the Poison Sect. No negotiations. No prisoners. Burn every den. Drown every lair. Let their name rot in history."

His voice carried across the city.

The Overlord’s next conquest had begun.

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Deep in the shadowed marshlands of the eastern continent, hidden beneath layers of mist and toxin, the Poison Sect Headquarters stirred with unprecedented urgency.

Dark-robed alchemists rushed through tunnels carved in black stone. The air reeked of rot, venom, and death. Green torches lit the cavernous walls, casting eerie glows over vats of bubbling poison and suspended corpses used for experimentation.

Within the Chamber of Venomous Truths, the remaining elders of the Poison Sect gathered.

"He’s coming," Elder Mou hissed, his face sunken and pale. "The Overlord of the Blue Moon now marches toward us with his entire army."

"Impossible," spat Grand Alchemist Jao. "Even if he took the capital, we are too well-hidden—"

"He doesn’t need to find us," interrupted the Sect Mistress, Yao Xianling, her voice smooth but deadly like silk wrapped around a dagger. She stood tall, elegant and terrifying, her violet eyes glowing with inner poison energy.

"He only needs to burn everything we touch. Our branches, our deals, our allies. Soon, we’ll be isolated. Then he will come here."

"But he’s only just ascended to control the Empire. Won’t he need time to consolidate power?" another elder asked, sweating.

Xianling chuckled, lips curved in a smirk. "You still don’t understand him. Igaris Vance is not a man... he is a force. One that feeds on momentum and devours anything in his path."

She turned to the wall behind her. A huge map of the continent was spread across it. Countless red strings connected their hidden operations—slave pits, dark alchemy labs, brothels, informant networks. She began tearing them down, one by one.

"Sever ties. Burn evidence. Move the operation deeper underground. Send every poison beast we’ve bred to the outer provinces. Let them spread plague and confusion."

Alchemist Jao frowned. "We’ll lose our power base."

"We already lost it," Xianling replied flatly. "This is no longer a matter of dominance. It is survival. Prepare every Grand Assassin and every Venom Guard. Open the Forbidden Vaults. If we must die... we’ll take him with us."

The room fell silent.

Suddenly, a black crow smashed against the window, screeching a bloody wail. It wore the seal of one of their outer agents.

Xianling caught the bird mid-air and crushed its skull.

Dark green blood dripped down her fingers as she read the hidden message inside the crow’s corpse.

Her expression turned grim.

"The Night Market in Duskwind City has fallen. One of our Elders was impaled by lightning... from a blade that sings."

Everyone felt a chill.

That could only be the Ten Thousand Divine Armaments.

He was already dismantling their territory.

"Prepare the last resort," she commanded.

"Bring out the Venomous Saint. Unseal the body."

Everyone gasped. "You want to awaken that monster?"

"We have no choice. Against a god-killer... we need a devil."

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The skies above Duskwind City turned crimson as a divine spear descended from the heavens, crashing into the central plaza like the judgment of an angry god. Buildings collapsed in a wave of shock and pressure. As the dust settled, the citizens saw him.

Clad in black-gold armor lined with runes, eyes glowing with silver fire, Igaris Vance stood alone... yet unchallenged.

Behind him, the Imperial Army and Sect allies surged forward. Evernight danced with phantom blades, Shirley rained destruction from the skies, and Jian Longchen cleaved poison beasts in half with each swing of his forbidden blade.

"Leave no toxin standing," Igaris commanded, voice thundering across the city.

They burned the poison refineries. They shattered the slave cages. They destroyed every ounce of venom that corrupted the land.

Those who surrendered were spared and interrogated. Those who resisted were turned to ash.

The Poison Sect’s elders to hide in the smaller towns—Hollow Stream, Mirecliff, Snake Fang Ridge—but nothing escaped the Architect’s Eyes.

Igaris, floating midair with that glowing eye sigil burning across his brow, pointed.

"There. Underground."

With a snap of his finger, the ground exploded, and the caverns were ripped open by his Earth Manipulation, exposing screaming poison disciples who had never seen daylight.

Boom!

He dropped down like a meteor, using Phantom Shift and Gale Wings, tearing through them in blinding flashes.

One attempted to flee using a venom escape technique, vanishing into mist.

But Igaris extended two fingers.

World Destroying Finger.

The fog itself was sliced, and the man’s head fell ten meters away.

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The final stronghold was the Venom Citadel, a fortress buried beneath the Toxin Marshes. The air was so poisonous, even Spirit Beasts collapsed within minutes.

But Igaris walked in unscathed.

He had already absorbed so much toxic energy during his fights that his body adapted.

"Your sanctuary is your grave," he said coldly, stepping through the citadel gates.

Yao Xianling, the Sect Mistress, stood atop the central spire, surrounded by swirling venomous clouds and five Grand Assassins. Her aura pulsed with malicious grace.

"I see now why the world fears you," she whispered. "But you cannot kill what is already cursed."

Igaris didn’t answer. He simply raised the Divine Armament, now in the shape of a burning halberd.

Behind him, hundreds of angels descended like holy executioners.

"By your poison, too many have suffered," he said.

"I am the reckoning."

The battle erupted.

The Grand Assassins struck first, moving faster than light—but Igaris caught all of them mid-air with Kinetic Redirection, slamming them into their own Sect walls.

Xianling’s serpentine poison beasts swarmed, but were annihilated by Evernight and Shirley, who fought with synchronized Coordination.

Finally, Igaris confronted her alone. Xianling unsealed the Venomous Saint, a monstrous undead sealed in the depths.

Its breath melted steel. Its eyes held ancient hatred.

Yet Igaris, already pushing toward Saint-level, faced it without fear.

Their clash shook the swamp, poisoned rain falling from above as lightning split the skies.

In the end, the halberd pierced both the Venomous Saint and Sect Mistress Yao Xianling in a single devastating blow. The sky wept molten light as divine flames surged through their bodies, incinerating corruption at its root.

Their screams were brief. Their legacy ended in silence.

The Poison Sect—a name feared across Five Great Empires—crumbled into dust.

Their Dao Children, once hailed as prodigies, never stood a chance. Even Mu Chen died without getting the chance to ask forgiveness.

With his enemies dead and the marsh purified, Igaris raised his hand, commanding his forces with a calm, unwavering tone.

"Seize the land. Strip the vaults. Purify everything."

With that, troops moved with military precision, scouring the Poison Sect’s remaining hideouts. Vaults filled with jade chests, locked crystal chambers, and sealed altars were cracked open—each revealing a treasure trove of Beast Cores, forbidden pills, ancient manuals, and mutated spirit seeds.