Lu Ming walked out, smirking with triumph.
In front of him, Lu Chuan was now trapped in an inescapable situation.
Poisoned, Lu Chuan was about to enter a weakened state, where both his speed and strength would be greatly diminished.
Therefore, even as Lu Ming emerged, he believed he would not die at Lu Chuan's hands.
Moreover, after ten minutes, Lu Chuan would surely die, decisively declaring Lu Ming's victory.
"I heard from Huang Yueqing that you have a Divine Tree branch on you?"
"But he was right about one thing; you don't deserve to possess such a divine item. Having it on you is completely desecrating its sanctity."
He slowly walked towards Lu Chuan, and when he saw beads of cold sweat on Lu Chuan's forehead and his pale complexion, he revealed a smug smile.
"Now, if you hand over the item obediently, I can allow you to die a peaceful death, otherwise, these last ten minutes will be the most painful of your life."
