Fang Xianhu had used a virulent poison as his strongest defense, but his eight characters clashed with Li Yan's. He had truly suffered eight lifetimes' worth of bad luck.
He would never have dreamed that Shuang Qingqing's junior brother was a poison cultivator—and a top-tier one at that.
In his eyes, Wang Yi naturally specialized in artifact refinement. His attainments in formations were formidable as well, something they had likewise discerned. They even believed that this Wang Yi had studied puppet techniques to a certain extent.
Yet after all their calculations, they had never imagined that the virulent poison Fang Xianhu relied on most was nothing more than a joke before Li Yan. Li Yan simply treated it as if it were nothing.
In a sense, Shuang Qingqing had also misled them. After she said Li Yan was her junior brother, Li Yan had deliberately displayed that skill at the city gate, causing Fang Xianhu and the other man to more or less believe it...
Still, it could not be said that Fang Xianhu's preparations had been inadequate. The poison was so potent that if Shuang Qingqing encountered it, it would truly be difficult to say what the outcome might be!
Shuang Qingqing herself had no resistance to poison. It would depend only on the grade of the antidote pills she carried, or whether she possessed some other supreme treasure capable of withstanding those poisonous vapors.
But such defenses required external objects, so the result remained difficult to predict!
It was only that Shuang Qingqing had always possessed countless methods. Trying to capture or kill her was also exceedingly difficult.
Li Yan felt waves of chill seep into his body through his back, and killing intent continuously bred within his heart once more. He stood there like a ten-thousand-year-old stubborn