The other great powers nodded in agreement.
Countless gazes fell on Xuandan. Faced with such a predicament, how could anyone possibly know how to counter it?
Xuandan stood in the formation, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Senior Brother certainly has some tricks up his sleeve. You were hiding this move too?"
Duobao's smile stretched almost from ear to ear.
This was exactly the effect he wanted: to make a stunning entrance after keeping quiet.
He had thought his junior brother would know when to quit and admit defeat.
Who knew that Xuandan would change tack, a radiant smile spreading across his face?
"Senior Brother, forgive me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuandan brought out the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Nine Dragon Cauldron.
Poison Miasma surged out from within the cauldron like a swarm of frenzied bees.
Duobao's brow furrowed, then slowly relaxed.
"Junior Brother, a little Poison Miasma won't break my formation!"
Endless Poison Miasma poured forth.
The Poison Path was incredibly wondrous. As long as one could concoct potent toxins and find a way to poison one's enemy, overcoming the strong with the weak was no difficult feat.
Xuandan had given away so many pills that he now had a vast supply of poisonous herbs on the level of Innate Spiritual Roots. For this battle, he had practically emptied his entire stockpile, concocting all kinds of potent toxins to meet his opponent.
Flames blazed, only to be broken by Blazing Heaven Fiery Flame.
Ice sealed the area, only to be corroded by the toxins and vanish in an instant.
Divine lightning descended, only to be dissolved by the toxins, its power spent.
Sword Qi burst forth, only to be corroded by the toxins, dulled and blunted.
Countless kinds of power surged out from Duobao's formation.
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