That night, when the news reached the ruler's ears, he smashed the cup before him once more. "Damn bastard! Could even the Death Mist not do anything to him?" Regret and grief flickered in the ruler's eyes.
None of the confidants below dared to speak. Others might not know, but how could they not? The old man's identity had long ceased to be a secret among them. He belonged to the Imperial Family, yet he was not truly a member of it. Long ago, he had been one of the dead soldiers secretly trained by the Imperial Family, fiercely loyal to them.
Later, his talent had been discovered during training. The previous ruler had then bestowed a high-level cultivation Spirit Art upon him, and from then on, he had become a Poison Spirit Master. Nor had he disappointed the ruler's trust, displaying extraordinary potential.
Though his own combat strength was extremely weak, the abilities he displayed in poison were terrifying beyond measure. Back when he had still been in the Spirit General Realm, he had poisoned to death numerous Spirit General experts who were hostile to the Imperial Family. Even a Spirit Marshal had died at his hands.
After reaching the Spirit Marshal Realm, anyone in the Southern Nations whom he wished to kill had never been able to escape. Before this, he had not acted for a very long time. The facts had proven that his abilities were indeed exceedingly dangerous. Even Old Wine Insect, a Peak Spirit Marshal Realm expert from the Ink Lotus Domain, had been effortlessly brought down by his poison.
If Huo Hai had not been there, Old Wine Insect's life and death would have been entirely in the Imperial Family's hands. But who could have known that when dealing with Huo Hai this time,