The moment the words left Ye Jun's mouth, the temperature inside the martial platform plunged into a sickening, damp chill.
Yin Wusheng didn't yell or roar like Ye Jun expected from a Young Master. He just laughed, a rattling wheeze that made the human skull dangling against his collarbone clack against his ribs.
Then his cultivation base exploded.
Boom-!
The translucent barrier enclosing the dueling platform shivered under the sudden output. A wave of sickly, murky emerald Qi erupted outward, flooding the stone floor in rolling clouds of miasma.
The polished granite beneath him instantly hissed, peeling away in dark blisters wherever the Qi made contact.
'Origin Realm. Consolidated, suffocating, and thoroughly drenched in poison.' Ye Jun smiled. 'What an opponent, hehe. Just what I needed.'
The miasma continued to spread in waves.
'His Qi isn't just carrying venom, Ye Jun observed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took a measured half-step back. 'It is the venom.'
