The intense pain of bone separation was no match for the shock the brain received at this moment.
Number One Poison Master.
Diviner!
Two gods with abilities as different as night and day, are actually the same person?!
And such a young girl.
"Forget it, you can't speak now." Ying Zijin still held his jaw, and with a click, closed it again.
She remained indifferent from beginning to end, without a trace of compassion.
"You clearly... are clearly not yet twenty!" The Magician's face was pale, in immense pain, he shouted hoarsely, "How is that possible? Impossible! You should at least be a few hundred years old!"
He had faced off against the Number One Poison Master in the Sixteenth Century.
How could the Number One Poison Master be so young?
But these poisons proved that Ying Zijin was indeed the Number One Poison Master.
