Poison gas!
Lethal poison.
Though Lu Yan's vigilance was at its peak, he did not expect his opponent to resort to this method.
In the critical moment, Lu Yan hastily retreated with his sword, but still inhaled a bit of the black smoke.
"You…"
Lu Yan's face was grim as he staggered back.
"Heh heh heh, no matter how powerful you are, you're still going to die by my hands."
The old man sneered, swinging his sword to attack.
Lu Yan parried with his sword, but his strength was significantly lesser than before, and after parrying a few strikes, his power continued to weaken.
"Die."
With all his might, the thin old man lunged his sword towards Lu Yan's throat.
Lu Yan had been waiting for this strike.
The moment one mounts a full-force attack is also when one's defenses are at their weakest.
Lu Yan's eyes lit up, and he unleashed the full power of his eight bone strength.
Whoosh!
