"Let me show you what true poison is."
Yang Cheng's voice was cold and gloomy, and then with a thought, strands of extremely weak gray airflow seeped from his fingertips.
Gou Wen heard these words, and his heart was first shocked, then quickly noticed the gray airflow spreading from Yang Cheng's hand.
"What the hell is this? Have you also cultivated a Poison Technique?"
He was struck as if by lightning, unable to comprehend that this boy could cultivate both righteous and evil techniques.
It's known that if you cultivate a Poison Technique, there's no way to cultivate righteous techniques.
Although he didn't know what cultivation technique Yang Cheng was practicing, he could keenly sense the disgusting aura emanating from the opponent during their previous exchange.
"Naturally, it's not a Poison Technique. This is called the Poison Control Skill."
As Yang Cheng's voice fell, a piercing scream reached his ears.
