Teng Zhengmian was so very close to his goal of killing the one person he felt responsible for his brothers' death. For over a decade, he had been waiting to get this one chance and it was in his hands now.
And yet, like a cockroach, the young man before him kept fighting.
He held the chain in his hand tighter, annoyed that he never really bothered to learn a better technique. Ever since he had found the tomb where he met his master, he had been taught demonic techniques and had mostly focused himself on poisons and toxins.
That was his main weapon when it came to any battle. However, against this young man, he knew poisons would do nothing, so his main weapon was unusable. He had set up the entire formation with poisonous air to test out if what he had seen back in the sect that day was true. The young man hadn't even noticed that he was in the presence of poison.
