How is that possible?
Wu Xiao looked at Shi Hao with a shocked gaze, his face still wearing an expression of disbelief.
He... is poisoned?
"Indeed," Shi Hao nodded, "The Deep Sea Sting's deadly poison, although it possesses no combat power of its own, its venom can even kill the strong of the Lianbu Temple. Just now, I applied the venom of the Deep Sea Sting to that book."
Wu Xiao wanted to say when you managed to poison the book, as I didn't see any movement from you at all!
But then again, if Shi Hao could fabricate such a book title to deceive others, it was clear that he had long been plotting this scheme; The trap wasn't laid at the last moment, naturally, he had already poisoned the pages of the book.
"You little bastard, I—"
Before he could finish his harsh words, he swayed and fell to the ground.
A mighty Lianbu Temple strongman died in such a humiliating way.
He died because of his own greed and his arrogance.