A strange poison capable of killing a Martial Saint was actually useless?
Dongfang Da Qian's killing move had been so easily broken. The shock in his heart was imaginable.
A piercing cry came from one side. "Impossible! He must be putting on a brave front."
That was right. Even if the strange poison, Nine World Decline, could not kill Zhou You on the spot, it would still gravely wound his vitality and inevitably send him toward destruction.
Thus, the Zhou You before them was merely forcing himself to hold on, using this to frighten them.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The figures that had retreated stepped forward again, forming an impenetrable encirclement.
Many had come to this banquet. Most were neutral or unaware of the truth; only a small number had actively participated in the scheme and involved themselves in it. They had reached a tacit understanding with Dongfang Da Qian, all taking Zhou You as their target.
"Zhou You, you petty man! Today, a thousand fingers point at you, and the whole world stands against you. You cannot escape the road to defeat and ruin. This only proves that the heavenly way turns in cycles—no one can remain triumphant forever."
Pointing at Zhou You, Dongfang Da Qian shouted, "Stop pretending. I know your vitality has been gravely damaged. You're almost done for."
Zhou You gently stroked his chest, lingering fear rising within him. If not for the Non-Self state of Empowerment Proxy, he truly could not have endured the terrifying destructive power of Nine World Decline.
The rumors had not been false. This poison could indeed harm a Martial Saint and make one perish in bitter regret.
Just thinking that he had yet to touch the threshold of Martial Sainthood, yet was already receiving the same treatment, was rather exciting.
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