No poison. This time, there was no poison, not at all. He had guessed that this was not poison, but to be honest, he really hoped that this was poison. No matter how powerful the poison was, it would be fine.
A nauseating stench assailed his nose, almost suffocating him. The great Grandmaster of heavenly Yin finally knew what it was. Besides the reincarnation of the five grains, what else could be so smelly?
"Ling Chuxi, if I don't tear you to pieces, I, Ming cangye, am not a human!" The great Grandmaster of Tian Yin's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He clenched his fists tightly and his body trembled with anger. Fortunately, he had spat out a mouthful of blood, or he would have died on the spot from a cerebral hemorrhage.
He was a descendant of the Emperor of the dead's clan, one of the inheritors of the Emperor of the dead, and a Grandmaster, yet he was drenched in shit. This was a great humiliation that he had never experienced before.
