A Mere Smallpox Poison

Mere Smallpox Poison. Nezha's little face was taut, killing intent in his eyes condensed until it seemed almost solid.

The soldiers and people of Great Shang were all his master's subjects; not one could be allowed to come to harm. If the entire city's people truly died miserable deaths, he would never accept it.

Zhao Gongming's expression was just as grave.

His divine sense swept across the entire city in an instant. Though no plague had broken out yet, most of the common folk had already been infected with Smallpox Poison.

Ordinary magic power could save people, but it was very difficult to eradicate this plague poison, this baleful venom, rooted deep in the bloodline. This move was indeed vicious to the extreme.

Catching Zhao Gongming's look, Chong Houhu instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cavern. His body went weak, and he nearly toppled to the ground. The wild joy that had just risen from saving his son was dragged at once into a bottomless abyss.

Seeing the changes on everyone's faces, Yu De broke into arrogant laughter again. He felt the hesitation from the Fire-Tipped Spear at his neck, the reluctance to advance even another inch, and his heart was incomparably delighted.

"How about now?"

Yu De struggled to raise his head from the ground, looking at the despairing Chong Houhu with a face full of mockery as he spoke in a faint, eerie voice:

"Chong Houhu, the lives of several million living beings in Chong City are now held in your hands. If you want the antidote, it's very simple. Tie up your own hands and feet with a rope, then obediently follow me back to the Zhou Camp in Xi Qi to confess your crimes! As long as you arrive at the Zhou