A poison that could slaughter an entire city?
Ye Chengtian paid it no mind. He sliced his index fingertip with the tip of his thumb and used his Emperor's Might to forcibly drive back the poison rapidly invading his heart.
It became a drop of black, poisoned blood, squeezed out of his index fingertip and fell.
Though it was only a single drop, the instant it hit the ground, a vast swath of bamboo rapidly yellowed, rotted, and blackened.
Why else would they call it a city-slaughtering poison?
"Tsk, you really are a troublesome one."
Was he afraid?
Not in the least.
Li Xuanyuan simply did not want anyone interfering with the warm, peaceful time he had finally managed to share with Chen Mu.
He held three lightning talismans and tossed them into the sky.
After they burned, a great mass of dark clouds swiftly gathered above Ye Chengtian, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Amid earth-shaking booms, three bolts of heavenly thunder, each thicker than a person, abruptly descended.
They lit up heaven and earth with a blinding glare.
Their target was none other than Ye Chengtian.
Then the three bolts converged in midair, merging into an even thicker column. Its thunderous might struck terror into the heart, carrying pressure that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Ye Chengtian remained calm. Golden spiritual qi swirled around his fist as he punched.
The force of his punch actually took physical form, becoming a golden dragon. With a roar no weaker than the rolling heavenly thunder, it charged straight toward the lightning column.
"A top-grade Heaven Rank cultivation technique!" Ye Qingcheng recognized it at a glance.
She dearly wanted to help, but taking matters into her own hands might slight the elder.
On reflection, she decided against it.