Time seemed to flow backward in an instant, carrying Zhang Xiaofan back to that pitch-black night many years ago—the nightmare night when Puzhi dueled the mysterious man in black, and he lost everything he had!
Zhang Xiaofan's entire body began to tremble. The boundless bloody aura that had always been suppressed deep within him surged out in an instant, wrapping around him completely. He slowly raised his hand and gripped the Fire Poker tightly!
The various leaders in the hall possessed insight and experience far beyond ordinary people, and they recognized the monster at once. All of them avoided the Seven-tailed Centipede, but when everyone looked at Zhang Xiaofan again, their faces changed.
Zhang Xiaofan was trembling all over. His hand and ear had both been wounded by the Seven-tailed Centipede. In the blink of an eye, the blood flowing out had already turned dark brown. More terrifying still, from the two wounds, two shocking streams of black qi were rapidly spreading through his entire body.
The Seven-tailed Centipede was famed for possessing one of the world's deadliest poisons. Even an accomplished master like Daoxuan True Person could be wounded by it.
The poison of the Seven-tailed Centipede was not the real issue. It was the blood-red flame-like aura around Zhang Xiaofan that dyed everything near him like a sea of blood. Everyone retreated one after another, as if they had seen an evil ghost crawling up from the depths of hell, terrified they could not get away fast enough.
"Junior Brother! What's wrong with you?" Everyone in the hall avoided Zhang Xiaofan and the Seven-tailed Centipede, but only Song Daren ignored the danger to himself and ran to Zhang Xiaofan's side. Paying no mind at all to the blood-red spiritual flames rising around him, he reached out, grabbed Zhang