When Lin Lang lifted the Tang Clan Leader by the throat, despair filled the man's face.
How had this happened?
The Shu Region Tang Clan excelled in both mechanical hidden weapons and poison. They had always been the ones running wild in other sects; never before had the Tang Clan Main Hall been breached.
Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, Shadow Poison Darts, Bone-Piercing Nails, Blue Poison Sand, Soul-Chasing Meteor Darts-every one was a hidden weapon renowned throughout the world.
He, the Tang Clan's Seven Senior Elders, and several experts of the younger generation made twelve Grandmasters in all.
Yet they had lost to the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult alone?!
Even if this Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult was reportedly a Great Grandmaster, hadn't he only just broken through?
What was more, the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult hadn't even used a weapon. He had won barehanded.
They had never seen such formidable hard-body martial arts. Not only had he blocked all their hidden weapons, but even poison couldn't penetrate his skin?
Even so, the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult still had to breathe, didn't he?
Those poisonous powders and fumes had engulfed him completely, yet he had remained utterly unharmed.
The Tang Clan Leader watched helplessly as his clan members fell one after another-his sons and nephews, his brothers, even his elders. None escaped.
He couldn't understand it. Although they all practiced the same Tang Clan Heart Method, each person cultivated with different poisons, making the poison in everyone's true qi different.
Mixed together, they became even more potent.
After absorbing so much of their poisonous true qi, shouldn't the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult have bled from all seven orifices and died? Why was