"Hiss hiss hiss..." Simao Kang let out a strange cry, his pitch-black mouth, oozing a bluish-gray liquid, suddenly opened wide.
Rows of grayish-yellow teeth, sharp like mountain peaks, dazzling and fierce.
A nauseating stench continuously spewed from Simao Kang's mouth towards every direction, and his strange cries were unmistakably tinged with panic and trembling terror.
He had never expected Su Chen would really dare to confront him. To him, Su Chen was merely an ant, all human martial cultivators on the Divine Martial Continent were ants.
And even more unexpected was that with this sword strike from Su Chen, he actually felt a touch of heart-wrenching danger.
As the strange cries radiated out.
"Poof..."
Like a flood bursting forth, or the Milky Way pouring down, toxic liquid surged forcefully from Simao Kang's gigantic open mouth, comparable to the venom of the King Cobra, even a hundred times more terrifying.
