Is this Second Master's strength?

At the same time, a gigantic tongue a hundred zhang long, black as ink and covered in viscous fluid, tore through the air like a bolt of black lightning. Carrying an utterly nauseating foul wind, it shot toward Yang Jian's back with lightning speed!

This was his innate divine ability—the Heaven-Swallowing Poison Tongue!

Clinging to the tongue was his natal poison baleful intent, cultivated over hundreds of thousands of years. Even the immortal body of a Golden Immortal would turn into a puddle of pus and blood the instant it touched even a trace of it!

He intended to pierce straight through the heart of this kid who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, then slowly savor the sight of him howling in agony beneath the corrosion of the deadly poison!

"Second Master, watch out!"

At the sight, Yuan Hong and the other six were struck pale with fright and cried out in unison.

They had witnessed it with their own eyes: a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal who had failed to recognize his place had once been killed in a single blow by that poisonous tongue, with not even his Primordial Spirit escaping!

Yet, faced with this thunderous, incomparably vicious strike—

Yang Jian did not even turn his head.

He simply stood there in silence, as though he had not noticed the danger at his back at all.

Amid Black Wind Ancestor's savage grin and the Seven Monsters of Mount Mei's horrified gazes, that pitch-black poisonous tongue crossed the distance in an instant.

It was just about to pierce through Yang Jian's body.

At the very moment that poison-laden tongue was about to touch Yang Jian's back—

Yang Jian moved.

He did not turn around, nor did he wield the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hand.

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