Arch Killer

The goateed cultivator gazed at Li Wudi with a mocking sneer, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

Meanwhile, Li Wudi gritted his teeth, his entire body wracked with pain as he fought to suppress the virulent poison surging through his veins.

The worst part wasn't just that the poison affected his blood—it fed on both his blood and bodily fluids, corroding him from the inside out.

Every breath he took was a torment, and yet, through sheer willpower alone, he endured, refusing to succumb. For that alone, he deserved an ovation.

"So, Little Li, do you want to submit and become my Blood Slave, or shall I turn up the heat a little more?" the goateed cultivator asked casually, his voice devoid of emotion, as though he were merely discussing the weather.

"You despicable wretch! You dare to use such underhanded means and still have the audacity to call this a victory? Shameless!" Hu Yitian spat, his tone laced with venomous resentment.