Jiang Chao stared coldly at Song Wen. "Ai Kun, not only did you refuse to flee, you even dared to mock me. Are you not afraid of death?"
"Death? Of course I fear it," Song Wen said. "But you cannot kill me. I, on the other hand, can kill you."
Jiang Chao pulled the banner from the dwarf's body and pointed it at Song Wen. "You?"
"I cannot kill you," Song Wen said. "But the person behind you can easily get rid of you."
Jiang Chao was doubtful.
He suspected that Song Wen was putting on a mysterious act to divert his attention so he could seize the chance to escape.
Still, he sent out a portion of his divine sense behind him.
His divine sense could only reach a hundred zhang. There, amid the toxic miasma a hundred zhang away, a figure truly emerged.
That person was enveloped in a several-zhang-tall green phantom. The green phantom was somewhat blurry, and only its rough outline could be made out. It seemed to be a monstrous serpent with nine heads.
Under the cover of the nine-headed serpent phantom, the miasma laden with deadly poison was forced aside, unable to touch the person's flesh.
Jiang Chao's eyes suddenly widened.
That was because he noticed that the person behind him looked exactly like Ai Kun.
"Who are you?!"
Jiang Chao abruptly turned around, watching the newcomer warily.
"I am naturally Ai Kun," Song Wen said. "The Ai Kun who had just ascended, only to be abducted by your Jiang Clan and forced to become an outsider of the Jiang Clan; the Ai Kun who was publicly humiliated by a mere Nascent Soul Cultivator of your Jiang Clan and sent to Rotting Miasma Ridge to risk his life searching for Nine-Death Grass!"
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