Yang Cheng's heart tightened; he had always thought of himself as powerful, but meeting this old man made him realize how far he was from being a true master.
"What are you trying to do? Why are you capturing Yun Chan?"
He shielded Yun Chan, secretly circulating his Cultivation Technique, attempting to use True Qi to heal the wound on his arm.
"Young man, don't waste your energy. This is no ordinary poison but Corpse Poison; with your power, you're simply incapable of expelling the toxin."
Lai Zhongyao laughed with pride, dark True Qi surging in his palm.
"Corpse Poison?"
Yang Cheng frowned slightly, no wonder it smelled so nauseating.
At this moment, Lai Zhongyao sneered: "Afraid now, aren't you? You've got some skill, killing all my carefully nurtured people and puppets. Now I have no one to use, not even basic income. If I don't kill you, my anger won't be satisfied."
