Zong Shenliang was horrified. Merely hearing Xuan Wuzong describe it had made it impossible to grasp the terror of this poison; only by experiencing it firsthand did he understand how formidable it was.
As the toxin invaded his body, even the circulation of Dao Power within him became faintly sluggish. And this was only the beginning. If it dragged on, the situation would inevitably worsen.
His strength would likely plummet by then. How could he still be Lu Ye's match?
While he was distracted, Lu Ye took a step and appeared behind him like a ghost, the Crag Mountain Saber slashing viciously toward his neck.
Zong Shenliang possessed the arts of a Ghost Cultivator, his movements elusive and erratic. Lu Ye possessed the mysteries of space, no less inferior.
The razor-sharp blade easily cleaved through Zong Shenliang's body, cutting him cleanly in two, yet not a drop of blood spilled.
Rather than rejoicing at having struck true, Lu Ye frowned and looked in one direction.
A shadow condensed there, revealing Zong Shenliang once more. He held the Nine Profound Heavenly Thunder Seal aloft in one hand and glared furiously at Lu Ye.
Lu Ye had no intention of giving him time to catch his breath. It had not been easy to poison him with the Myriad Poison Bead, so naturally, he intended to eradicate him completely.
His figure flickered as he charged at Zong Shenliang again, secretly circulating his Dao Power, ready at any moment to unleash the might of the Azure Dome Mirror.
The lightning of the Nine Profound Heavenly Thunder Seal could not be underestimated. Only the Azure Dome Mirror could counter and dispel it.
Sure enough, Lightning surged across the Great Seal.
Lu Ye focused inwardly, yet to his confusion, the Lightning escaping from the Nine Profound