Chapter 641: The Foundation of the Martial Alliance

"Old man, are you stupid or something?"

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, his tone mocking, "Since Murong Qingcheng didn't poison me, that means she still considers me a friend. And you threaten my friend right in front of me. Do you think I'd let you go?"

"Ah?"

The Poison Scorpion had been too caught up in his own bluster to consider this point.

"Hmph, let's see how you like a taste of my painstakingly crafted Intestinal Rupturing Rotting Bone Powder!"

With a flick of his wide sleeves, the Poison Scorpion released two bright red pills that exuded a nauseatingly foul smell.

Being the senior of the Poison King, his skill in poisoning was certainly not lacking.

"Ah, it's true that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

Qin Yu had his Protective True Qi. The moment the red poison pills hit his body, they were rebounded back.

Spurt...

After exploding on the Poison Scorpion, they turned into a red mist that enveloped him completely.

"Ahh..."