Technically, Xiao Ming hadn't poisoned the Yang King.
He was no poison cultivator.
Instead, he'd offered the primitive demon a cocktail of malevolent energies.
The Demon King launched what he believed was a simple, visual attack.
He never suspected the venomous infusion of the Mind Spectrum's sheer terror Xiao Ming had slammed into him, weaving it alongside his dao qi and natural sword qi.
Adding to the destructive blend were a mere wisp of phoenix might and the dao dragon aura—all concealed within the dao-dragon aura to appear as nothing more than a visually dazzling feint.
Yang Kings and Demi-Immortals operated on a fundamentally different cultivation tier, after all.
Gaining a passive premonition against such an assault was nearly impossible, which gave Xiao Ming the critical opening he needed.
The duck-faced Demon King, despite his ingrained wariness, still carried an air of superiority and contempt, preventing him from fully raising his guard.
