Icefire Yin Yang Well

Dugu Bo cackled strangely. "How many years has it been? Let me think—how many years has it been since anyone dared speak to me like this? Boy, aren't you afraid of death? You actually dare question my poison? Do you know that even other Title Douluo would turn pale at the mention of my poison?"

Tang San snorted disdainfully and sneered. "Your poison? It's nothing but trash."

"What did you say?" Green light flared in Dugu Bo's eyes. With only a slight lift of his hand, Tang San's body was shoved away by an irresistible force, slamming heavily into the wall behind him. The intense pain nearly made him pass out again.

"Boy, if you dare show off that sharp tongue in front of me again, then even if your poison interests me, I'll kill you immediately. My poison is trash? In an instant, I can leave all living things within a thousand meters dead and every blade of grass withered. I don't even need to lift a finger to poison you to death. Among poison-attribute Soul Masters in this world, no one has ever been stronger than me. You dare question my poison?" Dugu Bo said coldly.

Tang San struggled to his feet, enduring the searing pain throughout his body. "Do I need to trade insults with you? What meaning would that have for me? Your poison is indeed powerful, but it is still trash. Poison arts are meant to poison enemies, yet you don't even know that you yourself have been poisoned. Isn't your poison still trash, then?"

Dugu Bo froze for a moment, then casually waved his right hand. A ring of emerald-green flames immediately ignited around the cave.

Only then did Tang San clearly see the environment he was in, as well as Tang Liu's unconscious