Inside the tavern, a large group of Black Blood Tower assassins arrived.
Chu Kuangren remained composed, treating the assassins before him as though they did not exist. Emperor Qi surged out as he raised his hand, blasting them into clouds of blood one after another.
Before long.
The entire tavern was shrouded in the stench of blood.
Suddenly, Chu Kuangren stopped.
A figure stepped out of the void. It was a hunched old man with a purple mask hanging at his waist.
"A Purple Face assassin!!"
Li Xueying could not help crying out.
In the Black Blood Tower, Gold Face assassins were already the very best, but above them were the four great Purple Face assassins!
All four were Heavenly Dao Lords!
Apart from the master of the Black Blood Tower, they were its strongest trump cards!!
"Hehe, Chu Kuangren, does your chest feel tight? Is your Emperor Qi struggling to circulate? Haha, don't worry. In a little while, your meridians, bones, and flesh will hurt as though ten thousand insects were gnawing at them. In the end, your body will be riddled with holes, rotting into a hornet's nest."
The old man with the purple mask at his waist chuckled.
A chill gripped Li Xueying's heart. "He's the Poison-Extinction Dao Lord, one of the four great Purple Faces. He specializes in killing with poison and once destroyed an entire life-bearing planet with it. Chu Kuangren, how are you feeling?"
She felt a little desperate.
She had finally found someone to help. Was she about to lose him just like that?
Yet compared to the panicked Li Xueying, Chu Kuangren seemed very calm. He said indifferently, "You think your poison can kill me?"
"Heh, still talking tough with death at your doorstep."
"When did you poison him?"
Li Xueying asked,