Little Poison King

With Little Poison King Ouyang Kai taking the field, the atmosphere at the Huashan Sword Debate grew noticeably more tense.

Previously, whether it was the experts on Yimo's side or Pure Yang Sect Master Li Qianqiu, the main purpose had been to spar.

They stopped once a point was made and wouldn't truly fight to the death, so even people from the Martial World who were a little less skilled could go up and try their hand, fulfilling their dream of participating in the Huashan Sword Debate. They could even buy a few jars of Pure Yang Bruise and Injury Ointment to keep as souvenirs.

But everyone knew what kind of person Little Poison King Ouyang Kai was. Win or lose, once you were poisoned, without an antidote, you were as good as dead.

So unless they truly wanted to compete for the title of Number One Under Heaven and had great confidence in their skills, no one dared to casually take the stage.

That Little Gambling King Ouyang Kai was also extremely arrogant. He looked down at everyone, his eyes full of contempt.

He and the Old Poison King had come mainly to deal with the Peerless Hero and wipe away their past humiliation.

There really weren't many other experts in the world who could catch their eye!

The first to step forward was the burly Du Qiang of the Vajra Gate, an old acquaintance of Li Qianqiu!

But as soon as he went up, Yimo hurriedly waved to a martial hero beside him and had him bring over a pill.

Yimo: "This Detoxification Pill is something I specially obtained by visiting the old medical sage Shaohua."

"I was worried that certain shameless people wouldn't spar properly and would resort to underhanded tricks!"

"Though it may not be able