After a long while, Ye Wutian cracked a smile and said, "Not a bit of reaction, it looks like you must have seen wrong, right? I'm alive and well, where would any death Qi come from?"
Poison Dragon frowned deeply, stroking his beard as he muttered, "Could it be because this lad is still alive, hence the death Qi can't be induced?"
Hearing Poison Dragon's mutter, Ye Wutian's heart chilled drastically, and he exclaimed in panic, "Hey! Old man, let's talk this over nicely. If you end up killing me, Miss Ke'er won't help you break the formation."
With a sinister chuckle, Poison Dragon said, "Then I might as well try making you half dead first." As he spoke, he took out a dark green pill.
The color of this pill matched that of the poisoned corpse, clearly nothing good, making Ye Wutian break out in a cold sweat.
