“Don’t blame me.” The thoughts of the Iron Blade Martial Saint, Helian Haoyan, began to stir. A thread of Innate True Origin entered the pocket at his chest, piercing easily into the jade bottle inside his pocket.
“Hu~~”
The liquid turned into a colourless and odourless gas, and started to pervade the air with great speed.
……
Teng Qingshan had put up a guard. However, when he realized Li Jun had already jumped onto Blue Luan’s back, he finally felt at ease and hoisted up the large metal trunk, wanting to jump up onto Blue Luan’s back. Then suddenly——
“Eh?”
Teng Qingshan felt like there was something wrong in his body. He also felt slightly dizzy and couldn’t help turning pale with fright. “Oh, no! Little Jun and the others……” In a flash, Teng Qingshan controlled his blood flow and reversed it, forcing the poison, which he had breathed in, out of his body. Simultaneously, he shouted loudly, “There’s poison, stop breathing!”