Ronan Is Dead

Anyone could tell that there had to be something fishy about Jason's deranged laughter.

Difan hadn't expected this either. He stared strangely at the lowly Ai'yu tribesperson before him, unable to understand why the esteemed holder of the Infinity Stones would care so much about this fellow.

And now, was this feeble fellow mentally ill? Why was he laughing so happily?

Difan knew the Kree race and Ronan deeply, so he understood that Ronan's body had undergone extensive strengthening and modification. Naturally, he had also placed great importance on resistance to poison.

Any poison capable of harming the Kree Empire's accuser was extremely rare and expensive. At this level, artificial poisons could hardly take effect anymore.

And someone like Jason, who looked so destitute, truly couldn't possibly possess such a precious poison.

At the very least, Difan knew that no one had yet found anything particularly effective against the Kree race.

Jason threw away the broken dagger in his hand. Even now, the damaged blade was slowly dissolving. That incomparably tough dagger had been stained by blood, and it continued to melt away.

In the end, it melted until only the hilt remained, then finally stopped moving.

Everyone watched helplessly as the solid blade transformed into a pool of black liquid within a few seconds. It even continued to roll slowly across the metal floor, bubbling with tiny, gurgling pops.

In the end, it had even sunk slightly into the metal.

Only then did Jason finally stop laughing, as if he were about to laugh himself to death. His face was deathly pale, and he gasped for breath.

Ronan had originally shown no unusual reaction. But when he saw the small dagger dissolving on the floor, disbelief appeared in his eyes. Then, he actually prepared to stomp viciously on Jason,