Boom!
With a slight exertion of strength in his palm, Hannah, made a loud crashing sound as the little porcelain vial shattered, causing the dust inside to burst open, revealing a more potent and exotic scent.
He dusted off his hands, shot a provocative glance at Michael, took a deep breath, and mocked boisterously:
“This poison of yours is absolutely useless against me! It seems the Thousand-Face Demon Lord is not as mystical as everyone says, or is it that you, his apprentice, lack real skill?”
Bursts of laughter erupted from the spectators below. Many couldn’t help but chime in with their own ridiculing remarks.
Michael calmly retorted, “Are you sure it has absolutely no effect on you? Why don't you feel a little more carefully?”
Watching his confident demeanor, Hannah furrowed his brow, and more carefully observed his own sensations. To his surprise, he found a tiny itch tingling all over his body.