The Gu King stared at Lu Li, a trace of gloom flashing in his eyes.
This young man could crush a Golden Silkworm Gu to death with his bare hands. He was definitely no ordinary person.
"Are you from the Miao Poison Sect?"
"More or less."
Lu Li stood in the doorway, his expression calm.
"The Miao Poison Sect sent me to deliver a message: submit, or die."
"Submit?"
The Gu King sneered and rose to his feet.
"An outer disciple dares to cause trouble in my Gu Insect Stockade?"
With a flick of his hand, the bamboo basket at his waist opened, and countless gu insects poured out.
The gu insects came in every color—red, green, purple, black—like a multicolored tide surging toward Lu Li.
These gu insects were the Gu King's painstaking creations from decades of cultivation. Every one of them was highly venomous; even an Astral Condensation Realm martial artist would be bedridden for ten days to half a month after a single bite.
The swarm of gu insects rushed toward Lu Li, producing a dense, droning buzz.
Lu Li remained where he was without moving.
The gu insects crawled onto him, trying to bite through his skin, but the moment they touched the edge of his clothes, they were blasted away by the pressure of the Erosion Essence Scripture.
The Insect-Immunity Constitution was the natural nemesis of these gu insects.
They could not get anywhere near him.
"This..."
The Gu King's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression changed slightly.
He had raised gu insects for decades, yet he had never seen anything like this.
The gu insects would not bite people?
How was that possible?
"Immune to all poisons?"
He stared at Lu Li, a trace of wariness flashing through his eyes.
"No wonder the Miao