The Main Dantian allowed him to generate Dantians, granting him inexhaustible talent and power. It brought him boundless benefits—but it was different for everyone else!
If anyone without a Dantian came into contact with it, there was only one path they could take: death!
"Fine, I agree. This is my poison!"
With a flick of Nie Yun's finger, a jade bottle appeared in his palm, containing a strand of Main Dantian aura sealed within.
"My poison is a strand of aura. There is an antidote—if you can neutralize it, I'll admit defeat!"
There was naturally no problem if he consumed the Main Dantian Qi himself, so it could indeed be said to have an antidote.
"Oh? There's an antidote?" Old Immortal Nanhua's eyes shifted, and for some reason, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
His opponent was far too confident. There was not a trace of fear or worry in his eyes, as though he knew Old Immortal Nanhua would be unable to deal with this poison.
"Impossible! It must be psychological warfare. He's only this old—even if he had been refining poisons since his mother's womb, he couldn't possibly be better than me!"
Shaking his head, he threw that strange feeling out of his mind. Just as he was about to speak, the youth before him looked over again, his gaze blazing.
"I have another suggestion. I wonder whether you dare to accept it!" Old Immortal Nanhua frowned.
Just now, he had been the one constantly asking whether the other party dared, holding the initiative. Now that Nie Yun had agreed and was asking him the same question, it was clearly a counterattack!
If he refused, his momentum would grow weaker and weaker. He already had doubts in his heart; if he refused again, even if his confidence