Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well

"Forget it."

Xiao Han stared at Dugu Bo for a moment, then waved his hand casually. "Since you, Old Poison, have no sincerity whatsoever, you should leave."

With that, Xiao Han slowly turned around, took Xiao Wu's hand, and prepared to leave.

"Uh! Wait!"

Seeing Xiao Han about to leave, Dugu Bo flashed forward and appeared before him, blocking his path. After pausing as if to think for a while, he said, "Fine. But before that, you should at least convince me that you are capable of removing the poison from my body. Otherwise, I would not dare take the risk of bringing you to my herb garden!"

"Prove myself?"

Xiao Han smiled faintly and flipped his empty hand. A wisp of bewitching green flame floated above his palm.

The moment the flame appeared, the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees rapidly blackened and withered. Within moments, everything within a hundred meters was steeped in deathly stillness.

"What poison is this?"

Dugu Bo's Eye Pupils widened, and a trace of unease entered his voice. Before this, he had thought Xiao Han was merely talking big, arrogantly claiming that Xiao Han was simply jealous of his skill with poison. When Xiao Han had called him trash, Dugu Bo had mocked him inwardly even more.

Yet now, Xiao Han had casually summoned a poison that made even him, the Poison Douluo, feel dread.

Poison Douluo, Poison Douluo—Dugu Bo's title was simply Poison because he was the only soul master in the world of soul masters who wielded poison, and his cultivation had even reached the level of a Titled Douluo.

Thus, Dugu Bo had always taken great pride in it.

But now, Xiao Han possessed a poison that made even the Poison Douluo's heart tremble. If Xiao Han had the cultivation of a