"How does the taste of highly poisonous attack on your heart feel?"
Looking at the man in the black robe with a dark complexion and black lips, the Ink Flood Dragon asked with interest.
The chill he just released, although seemingly astonishing in power.
In fact, his true killing move was hidden in the chill, the poison!
Ordinary strong figures, when eradicating all the chill, often let down their guard and subconsciously ignore the colorless, tasteless, and shapeless toxins.
Only when they are poisoned do they regret deeply.
"For someone like you, a half-step Celestial Destiny Great Power, to use such shameful and despicable means, if you dare, face me in a head-on battle!"
The young man in a black robe heard the Ink Flood Dragon's mocking, felt such hatred that he nearly spat blood in rage.
"How could ants from the Soul Palace like you understand the means of the Celestial Destiny Great Power?"
The Ink Flood Dragon spoke with disdain.
