Qin Shiyue had originally been one of the famed masters of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Cult. As he traveled the martial world, he was also among the very best. Yet this nameless soldier, wielding a curved saber against Qin Shiyue, showed not the slightest sign of falling behind. He even held a slight advantage. The curved saber's techniques were strange and unpredictable; several times, Qin Shiyue had barely evaded them, nearly falling beneath its blade.
As the soldier's curved saber continued its relentless assault, a layer of grayish pallor slowly rose over Qin Shiyue's smiling face. Although Qin Shiyue had openly said earlier that he had been poisoned, no one present had taken it seriously. What sort of place was the Heavenly Dragon Divine Cult? Mere poison could not possibly harm Qin Shiyue. At the very least, Ying Fei knew that the Poison-Dispelling Pill in Qin Shiyue's robes could neutralize every poison under heaven.
But this soldier seemed to have calculated everything beforehand. He had first used a scheme to inflict a minor wound on Qin Shiyue and poison him with potent poison, then launched fierce attacks without pause, leaving Qin Shiyue no leisure to purge the poison. With one moment of carelessness, Qin Shiyue had fallen into the trap. Now, he truly had grievances he could not voice.
Seeing the change in Qin Shiyue's complexion, Dragon King Xu was the first to lose his patience. With a single stride, he was about to leap into the arena. Murong Jian had been watching the entire scene, and when he saw Dragon King Xu move, he immediately stepped forward and said with a smile, "Uncle Xu, what are you doing? Are you planning to win with numbers?"
"This..." Dragon King Xu could not help stopping, torn with hesitation. In the martial