"Your tricks are nothing special!" The young senior brother wore a sneer, but deep inside, a flicker of shock arose.
Just now, when he had strangled Wang Quan's Divine Ability, he had used a great many methods, even expending one of the life-saving secret arts an immortal had given him.
"Sure enough, there are experts among the natives too."
A thousand thoughts raced through the young senior brother's mind. Since I've offended a native like this, I have to kill him.
With that thought, he personally poured tea for Wang Quan.
The tea flowed into the cup and began swirling on its own.
Wang Quan activated an eye-related Divine Ability and saw that the tea was actually composed of countless blades and swords.
Those blades and swords gleamed coldly, bristling with murderous intent. They were terrifying.
Just one glance made his eyes sting.
But...
"If this is all you can do, you ought to prepare a box and wait to put your own ashes in it."
The young senior brother paused, instantly realizing that Wang Quan had seen through his trick.
If this attack failed to kill or severely wound Wang Quan, then the next time Wang Quan struck, he would surely deliver a killing blow.
A quarter of an hour earlier, even if he had taken a human cultivator seriously, he would not have been too concerned.
But in their recent exchanges, Wang Quan's methods had grown more terrifying with every round.
One careless move, and his boat really might capsize.
With that thought, he drained the tea he had just poured, then said with a smile:
"A bug fell into the tea just now."
"I'll pour you another cup."
Splash!
He poured tea again.
Only this time, he directly infused a lethal secret art into the tea.
Wang