"Soul Transformation Liquid"
The words were shouted out in a mix of shock and anger from An Xiong's mouth, and a commotion erupted among the group behind him. It was clear most had heard of this poison.
Xing Yezui's gaze complexly shifted between An Xiong and the large number of Martial Artists behind him. Among them, there were seven or eight at the Muscle Tempering Stage, but most were at its middle stage at best. The others were at the peak of the Bone Refining Stage. It was to gather such a powerful force, in An Xiong's mind, that they arrived so tardily, which infuriated him greatly.
If Xing Yezui knew that An Xiong could have called his people together much earlier, merely hoping Zuo Feng would cause more chaos in the Commander Mansion, it might have suppressed his wrath up until now. He would have slapped this "Yan City's Violent Bear," who thought himself clever, dead on the spot.
