A black poisoned needle tore through the air, aiming straight for the spot between Lin Shisan's brows.
The needle's venom-steeped tip gleamed with a chilling black light, and a foul stench assailed his nostrils.
If this needle struck true, even if Lin Shisan survived, the poison entering his body would undoubtedly destroy his Dao Foundation.
"Heh heh heh..."
Watching the commotion from a corner, Guan Yue curled his lips into a faint smile.
He had personally tempered this poisoned needle and imbued it with a trace of his spiritual power.
The slightest contact would cause the poison to take effect and kill within moments.
Though he looked down on Little Rabbit, that did not mean Lin Shisan could insult him as he pleased.
That was a slap in the face to their entire lineage.
"Hmm..."
Lin Shisan's chest tightened.
He had sensed it the instant the Alchemy Chamber's ward was pierced.
But at that moment, he was fully occupied controlling the Dragon Breath Fire. His hands were locked firmly in place by the spiritual flame and pill energy, leaving him unable to free them.
He could not even dodge.
The space was simply too small to maneuver in.
Seeing the poisoned needle already a foot from his face, Lin Shisan gritted his teeth.
I'll take the gamble.
Instead of retreating, he surged forward, sharply twisting his head aside and actually using his chest to meet the incoming poisoned needle.
The instant the poisoned needle pierced his clothes, a sinister surge of poison swept toward him, mingled with fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Lin Shisan gave a muffled grunt. White light flickered across his chest, and the Reverse Scale coalesced into view just in time.
With a crisp ding, the poisoned needle struck the Reverse Scale, even throwing off sparks, but failed