"Alas! Nobody listens to good advice, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The green-eyed cultivator sneered coldly, "If you don't want to go, then stay behind!"
As soon as these words fell, a streak of black-green light shot out, pouncing towards a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage.
"Ah!"
The man didn't expect him to act as soon as he said he would, and he was a beat too slow in reacting. Although he dodged fatal injury, his right arm was pierced through, emitting a rotten, foul stench.
Clearly, the attacker's strike was laced with deadly poison!
In just a few breaths, his complexion turned deathly pale; if he continued to linger there, his life was definitely in danger.
"You are the poisoner Green Poison from Sky Ridge Mountain!"
Among the crowd, someone recognized the identity of the green-eyed cultivator, a Nascent Soul cultivator who was respected by thousands, fear apparent in his eyes.
