"Swish!"
The Moon Blade, flashing with a dazzling, icy gleam, abruptly froze just two inches from Xiao Yan's face. Along with it froze Xie Yue's utterly shocked expression.
"You... what did you say?"
The crimson in his eyes faded a little. Xie Yue's expression shifted, his fury subsiding somewhat as he spoke in a trembling voice.
Xiao Yan lightly touched the Moon Blade before him, then slowly pushed it aside. Turning to look straight at Bibi Dong on the raised platform before the Pope's Hall, he said evenly, "I can help them purge the fire poison from their bodies. Do you still want to fight?"
At Xiao Yan's words, Bibi Dong's expression began to shift as well.
Xiao Yan paid no heed to Bibi Dong's internal struggle. He clasped his hands before his chest and quietly awaited her answer.
At the sight, the surrounding spectator areas immediately erupted into an uproar. Gazes fell upon Xiao Yan, all tinged with bewilderment. What exactly was this black-robed youth talking about? And what was fire poison?
On the platform.
The shock lingered on Xie Yue's face for a while before gradually fading. He gave Xiao Yan a cold look and demanded, "Why should I believe you can purge the fire poison from our bodies?"
"Even Elder Yue Guan, a Titled Douluo, couldn't deal with the fire poison inside me. You're only a Soul King. What makes you think you can?"
"Yue Guan? The Titled Douluo whose martial soul is a chrysanthemum, right?" Glancing at the man before him, whose anger was once again rising because of the fire poison, Xiao Yan explained calmly, "He's nothing but a mediocrity. You should be able to sense it clearly yourself-that stuff is already eating away at your sanity. If this continues, it probably won't be long