"Where did you get these things?"
His expression was icy cold.
He dared not gamble.
As long as Ye Xiao had poison that could kill a fifth level Foundation Establishment cultivator in his hand, if he made a move, he would undoubtedly die.
Even if Heavenly Wrath was activated from Ye Xiao's position, the ten firewalls he had built up couldn't possibly block its power.
Once his defenses were breached and the poison entered his body, no one could save him.
This was an artifact from the Era of the Ancient Martial Artists, not meant to injure, but to kill!
That was an era that thoroughly revered the strong.
"Actually, I made all these myself, and I have many more items in my storage ring that uncle has never seen before. Would uncle like to come over and take a look with me?"
Ye Xiao smiled slightly.
"The people behind you, and those by your side, you don't want to hurt them, do you?"
