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From the moment that thing shot out of the lake like a bolt, to the moment it recoiled after being thwarted, the entire process had likely taken a single breath—perhaps not even that. That ghostly thing apparently also had the ability to bewilder the mind and spread poison, triggering an instinctive urge for self-preservation.

Even those capable of seeing it clearly had unconsciously overlooked it.

As the Old Man in Silver Robes had aged, his cultivation had only grown deeper, and his experience was incomparably rich. Looking at the conspicuous green bloodstains on the ground and the marks where it had corroded the earth like concentrated sulfuric acid, he said slowly,

"That was a tongue, hard as gold and iron, covered in deadly poison."

Wang Xuanjing froze. A tongue? What kind of creature's tongue could possibly be that long?

From the bottom of the lake to the shore, it had to be dozens of meters—perhaps even more than a hundred meters, right?

Besides, was this thing also one of the Lei Family's hidden moves? Was it the murderer, or some powerful martial artist with mutative abilities like before? Why were the Lei Family's methods all so bizarre, nothing like the ways of the righteous path?

Deep thought appeared on the wrinkled face of the Old Man in Silver Robes. Only after a moment did he say,

"Yes. If I saw correctly, if my guess is right, it was indeed a tongue—the tongue of a Green Frog Poison Newt. It is comparable to divine weapons and sharp tools. Even someone trained in external hardening arts should have been unable to evade it. How did Meng Zhao manage to thwart this vicious creature's poisonous tongue?"

The Green Frog Poison Newt was an overlord among aquatic fierce beasts. It often lurked in swamps,