Murderous intent filled Mu Zixu's eyes as he watched Song Wanning absorb the poison spreading through the air.
Once this poison dispersed, it was colorless and odorless. Even an Alchemy Grandmaster might not be able to detect it.
The poison was exceptionally potent. It could rapidly spread to every corner of the body, then erupt all at once and cause a sudden, violent death.
He had spent hundreds of years developing this poisonous elixir; it was impossible for it to fail.
Now, all he had to do was wait for Song Wanning to die from the poison.
As for Wu Qingfeng, who had been sent flying, Mu Zixu didn't even spare him a glance.
'Dying for me is an honor for Wu Qingfeng.'
"PTHOO—"
Wu Qingfeng spat out a large mouthful of blood and glanced over at Mu Zixu.
Seeing how callous he was, Wu Qingfeng's heart turned completely to ice.
'Thank goodness I made the right choice. Otherwise, I would have died at Mu Zixu's hands too.'
'From start to finish, I was just a sacrificial pawn.'
