With Xiao Han's movements, the black blood became more and more, but gradually it turned to a normal color. All of this was poison, and even though Murong Chui had been cured by Xiao Han, his body would still need a long time to recover.
Of course, taking care of his body was naturally not something Xiao Han had to worry about, for if the Murong Family could not even manage this much, they would not qualify as a major clan.
"Such a vicious palm technique, Hundred Poison Divine Fist, I didn't expect that there are still people in this world who practice such martial arts," Xiao Han exclaimed.
No wonder the Murong Family had no way to deal with such an injury; it was the Hundred Poison Divine Fist, which was very difficult to decipher. Even if the Undying Hall came, they would be helpless.
This was a malevolent martial art, one that should have been lost to the ages.
"It really is this martial art." Murong Yan clenched her fists, her face showing a hint of anger.
