Chapter 737

"Art is an explosion?"

Within five miles of Lin Xuan, terrifying poison power permeated the air. The ground had turned pitch-black, corroded by the poison into reeking sludge.

The sight of Poison Granny exploding just now reminded Lin Xuan of a certain artistic genius from an anime in his previous life.

His perception spread out, encompassing the five-mile radius. Lin Xuan could not help but silently mourn for a few seconds for those bloodthirsty spectators who had failed to escape in time.

"Rather than being poisoned to death by this explosive poison power, they might as well have attacked me earlier. Then I could have harvested a little more cultivation time."

"What a pity."

Lin Xuan sighed faintly.

He had been the closest to Poison Granny, yet even her final desperate outburst had failed to break through his defenses.

Those farther away, meanwhile, had already turned into puddles of poisonous blood. The difference spoke for itself.

The surroundings reeked, and Lin Xuan could not be bothered to linger. He raised a hand and collected the Spirit Crystals Poison Granny had taken out earlier, then checked whether there was anything else in her Spatial Ring, taking away everything useful.

As for those jars and bottles, Lin Xuan truly had no interest in them. With a casual wave, the earth surged up and buried them.

Afterward, Lin Xuan also took all the Spatial Rings belonging to the Poison Cultivation Trio and the cultivators who had turned into poisonous blood.

After taking the useful items and Spirit Crystals, he departed without a backward glance.

Clad in white, he walked through the air, ethereal and detached from the world.

With a casual glance, he saw several bloodthirsty spectators who had escaped Poison Granny's desperate explosion collapsed on the ground.

As though sensing Lin Xuan's