The Last Human King

Di Xin looked at Lu Chuan, who was cursing, in surprise.

He had never noticed before, but when this kid started cursing people out... damn, he really had some kick to him!

"You... you..."

After being mocked twice in succession, Xia Qi's expression finally changed. Somewhat flustered and exasperated, he stared at Di Xin and gave a grim, cold laugh. "Good, very good. In a moment, this old man will have Great Shang follow you into the grave. Junior, accept death!"

Black mist billowed around Xia Qi. He raised his palm and struck out, and the black mist transformed into a great black hand that came slapping toward the three of them.

Di Xin's expression was cold. With a cold snort, he swung up the Minghong Blade, and a golden blade radiance lit up the firmament.

"Pfft!"

But suddenly, the blade light dimmed. Di Xin's body swayed, and he abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood—only it was not bright red, but a dark, murky green.

It was somewhat viscous, bubbling, and filled with a foul stench, corrosive like sulfuric acid.

Lu Chuan and Wen Zhong hurriedly supported Di Xin from left and right.

"Junior Brother, what kind of pill did you give the king?"

Wen Zhong shouted. At the same time, with a flick of his right hand, a Golden Whip appeared and was sacrificed forth, colliding with that pitch-black great hand with a boom as they began to contest magical power.

"It was a spirit pill for healing injuries! I didn't take the wrong one."

Lu Chuan was anxious too. Then, catching sight of the green blood, he suddenly cried in alarm, "Jiuying's poison? Xia Qi, that arrow of yours was poisoned!"

Last time, that descendant of Great Yu had used this poison against him.

Jiuying was a