The Treasure-Hoarding Toad's tongue pierced Zhou Mo between the brows. His whole body convulsed, arching like a shrimp.
Whoosh!
The Treasure-Hoarding Toad withdrew its tongue and licked the slime from its lips.
Zhou Mo's corpse fell to the ground. After a few twitches, it lay still.
Qin An watched it all, Black Blade in hand, and met the Treasure-Hoarding Toad's gaze.
"One more. Today's feast of flesh and blood will be plenty."
The Treasure-Hoarding Toad opened its huge mouth and blasted a cloud of black gas at Qin An.
The gas reeked and carried a deadly poison.
It had never expected to encounter two cultivators just after emerging from seclusion.
This meal would take it a long time to digest.
From within the black gas, the Treasure-Hoarding Toad shot out its long tongue.
This was its usual trick.
First, it obscured its enemy's sight with black gas. Then, when the enemy retreated, it took their life with its tongue.
The Treasure-Hoarding Toad could almost see its tongue piercing Qin An's head. The savage gleam in its eyes burned brighter.
Then a sharp pain struck.
Before the Treasure-Hoarding Toad could react, its tongue had been severed in two.
Blood sprayed. It heard Qin An speak.
"Even a toad's blood is red."
The Treasure-Hoarding Toad flew into a rage.
This cultivator was clearly powerful. Why had he not acted earlier?
Recalling the conversation between the others, the Treasure-Hoarding Toad understood.
This man had used it to dispose of his enemies.
"You dare use Toad Grandpa? Today, Toad Grandpa will flay you and tear out your bones!"
The Treasure-Hoarding Toad inflated its belly.
Seven-colored light shimmered across it. This was its most terrifying poison.
Seven-Colored Poison surged toward Qin An.
But Qin An neither dodged nor retreated. He charged straight into the poison.