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Luo Shanyang watched Zhao Ruomin lead seven Ninth-Level Immortals straight into the lake, yet he showed no reaction at all. He merely let out a cold laugh and turned back to face Li Taichong.
That reaction only made my expression darken. It seemed this old man and Long Xuantian were not cut from the same cloth. This one was more cunning and sinister, while Long Xuantian was comparatively more overbearing and peerless. Without a doubt, though, they were both overlords of their respective provinces.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao! Don't go down!" Luo Yongdan hurriedly tried to stop them. He seemed to think that the bottom was unsafe. He must have opposed some of his father's actions to a certain extent, but he simply lacked the strength to resist.
"Hmph, not go down? Fellow Daoist Luo, that's quite a joke. We have no idea what terrifying thing you've hidden beneath the lake. If we don't go down now, something frightening will surely come out." Niu Ling's reaction was no slower. He sneered at Luo Yongdan, then plunged headfirst into the lake.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Ripples suddenly blossomed across the lake bottom. All those Ninth-Level Immortals had gone beneath the water, leaving only Long Yue and me guarding the spot. My entire body was wracked with pain. To dissolve the Ice Spike Condensing Sword, I had gone through untold trouble. My lungs felt completely filled with water, and the water was fiercely toxic, constantly trying to seep into my internal organs.
However, the Ancestral Dragon was not idle. Layer after layer of inner breath continuously welled up from somewhere, digesting the poison that was about to invade my body and allowing me to smoothly neutralize the Ice Spike Condensing Sword.
"Fellow Daoist Xia, this Ice Spike Sword contains a hidden internal poison.