Above the sky, Liao Yongzhi's entire body surged with black True Qi, seemingly activating some formation mechanism around him.
In an instant, countless pink petals drifted from somewhere, descending in a shower of blossoms.
Under normal circumstances, this might have been quite romantic.
However, at this moment, both Xiao Chen and Fan Nanxing felt nothing but a boundless and piercing coldness and a murderous intent.
"Mr. Xiao, this..."
A bad premonition rose in Fan Nanxing's heart.
"Interesting!"
Xiao Chen revealed a smirk that held a hint of intrigue.
The Myriad Poison Sect was but an insignificant sect, yet this formation had piqued his interest.
"This is the mightiest legacy of my Myriad Poison Sect; since its establishment, it has never been used. You should feel honored!"
High above, Liao Yongzhi, confident of victory, displayed a cruel smile.
"As if I would let things go your way!"
