At this moment, Gu Zhixuan no longer believed that the venom he was suffering from was the Black Evil Finger he had once cultivated; that toxicity was more than ten times more domineering than the Black Evil Finger.
In fact, plunged into extreme agony, Gu Zhixuan felt as if even his own heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were being scratched until they bled; that unbearable itching was simply more painful than death.
Over there, because of Yun Xiao's words, Lu Zhanbai felt a scruple arise in his heart; Gu Zhixuan knew he could no longer pin any hope on this Third Young Master of the Lu Family, and at this moment he only begged to suffer a bit less pain.
Perhaps only at this moment did Gu Zhixuan truly taste what kind of torment and agony those cultivators he had poisoned to death had gone through before they finally died?
