"Mm, this Xiao understands!" Xiao Hua nodded slightly.
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Xiao!" Yue Chan let out a breath of relief. He raised his hand and shifted the table somewhat closer to Xiao Hua's side; his disciples likewise sat down near Qiang Lihao and the others.
"Fellow Daoists," Huang Tianle still wore a cheerful smile, "my Tianmen Mountain disciples are right beside you. Should anything happen, we will certainly stand in front of you..."
"Ahhh~~~" Before Huang Tianle had finished speaking, a cultivator's miserable scream came from a corner of Vermilion Bird Hall. When everyone turned to look, their faces drained of color in shock.
They saw a young male cultivator around the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation clutching his stomach and rolling about the floor in agony. Beads of sweat densely covered his forehead, and his face was twisted horribly, as though he were suffering unbearable pain.
"Fellow Daoist..." A Tianmen Mountain disciple beside him had just started toward him when the cultivator cried out, "This pain is killing me!" His hand clawed desperately at the ground. On his palm was an oval, nine-colored spot that looked extremely strange. All ten of his fingernails had snapped against the hard crimson floor. Then he threw back his head and spat out a mouthful of fetid black blood before immediately collapsing, motionless.
When the Tianmen Mountain disciples turned over the cultivator's corpse, they saw black threads spreading across his face. His entire face rapidly withered, and before long, it had shriveled into a ball!
"Dove poison!" An unknown cultivator suddenly cried out in terror. "This is Nine-Headed Dove poison!"
Yet before his voice had faded, successive screams rang out from other corners of Vermilion Bird Hall. Several more cultivators around the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation suffered poison outbreaks!!!
"Huang Tianle,