"You think you're the only one who knows how to use poison and I don 't? it seems like you've forgotten your past lessons?" Ling Chuxi said with certainty.
"You're saying that you've already poisoned the surrounding area?" Qiu gaohe's expression changed drastically, and he jumped up like a cat that had its tail stepped on.
The power of Ling Chuxi's Supreme-grade itching powder was still fresh in his memory. It was colorless, odorless, and impossible to guard against. No matter how strong you were, as long as you were poisoned, the pain and itch would penetrate deep into your bone marrow. Even if a God descended to the mortal world, it would be difficult to resist.
Qiu gaohe's scalp turned numb as he recalled the experts from Wu Feng Hall rolling on the ground, screaming in pain. He subconsciously scratched his face and body, and the more he scratched, the more itchy he felt.
