Though that was said.
Chen Yi never joked with his own life. He had long since gripped a bottle of Immortal's Draught in his hand.
With one step, he was already aboard the Painted Boat.
His head tilted slightly upward, his gaze swept contemptuously over Lü Jiunan and Ge Muxiao. Only after making the corners of both men's eyes twitch did he turn and enter the Painted Boat.
As he walked, he muttered, "The Kut of the Poshushuo Kingdom has some tricks to it."
"Unfortunately, it looks good but is useless."
Back in the East Market, Chen Yi had already discerned some of the Kut's secrets from that evil demon of the Phantom Sound Sect.
It appeared bizarre, but it was actually merely a Cultivation Technique of the Unorthodox Path, unfit to grace the stage.
Most likely, some Secret Art was used to plant an "object" inside another person's body, then vibrations were created through True Essence to achieve remote control and murder.
Once cultivated to a profound realm and involving Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi, its power would increase further.
To put it plainly.
Kut was similar to Witchcraft and Gu, or the poison path, but it was far less varied and practical than Witchcraft and Gu poisons.
Especially against martial artists like Chen Yi, whose Cultivation Base and techniques had both reached a certain realm.
Once he was on guard, trying to kill him with Kut would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Seeing how he acted as though no one else existed, Ge Muxiao clenched his fists tightly. His eyes widened, nearly spitting fire.
The explosive True Essence within him stirred restlessly.
Lü Jiunan beside him looked comparatively composed. His aura remained concealed, with no intention of making a move.
Only within those gray eyes lay