"Despicable!"
Seeing Yao Wuyi flying toward him, the assassin was struck with terror, dodging frantically as if avoiding a plague god.
Unfortunately, the range of the poisonous aura on Yao Wuyi was too vast; he managed to dodge the man, but not the toxic wind.
After inhaling half a breath, he collapsed to the ground and died instantly.
Meanwhile, Yao Wuyi hit the ground with another thud, groaning in pain before sinking deeper into unconsciousness.
Seeing this, Shadow Moon's expression turned grave.
A wisp of toxic wind killing a man—this poison was truly terrifying.
She used a rope to toss Yao Wuyi back onto the cart, and the two kept their distance from the wooden cart as they escorted it forward.
Whenever they encountered assassins blocking the path to rescue him, they would simply go with the flow, using Yao Wuyi as a poison bomb to throw at them, which proved invincible.
The poison this fellow had used for self-preservation was indeed potent enough; to this day, he had not met a single enemy who could withstand one exchange.
Quietly entering the front hall of the Peerage Mansion, the two found Zhao Cheng to report back.
Upon hearing the news, Zhao Cheng was quite interested; he grabbed the hog-tied Yao Wuyi and, sure enough, was poisoned.
This poison, of course, had little effect on him. With a surge of his True Essence, he forced all the toxins into a single Acupoint to store them, turning them to his own use.
From then on, by stimulating his True Essence through this Acupoint, he could unleash highly toxic strikes at will, or disperse them as toxic winds capable of poisoning thousands of troops.
Zhao Cheng grew interested and, channeling his Yin-Yang Arts, woke Yao Wuyi up.
The moment Yao Wuyi opened his