"You're despicable!"
Murong Hai was furious, gritting his teeth.
"Talking about despicable, who could be worse than you?"
Yang Cheng sneered, a flash of cold light in his eyes, then secretly operated the Cultivation Technique, gathering True Qi in his palm, and suddenly punched out.
Although Murong Hai was prepared, he didn't expect Yang Cheng's punch to be so strong. Even though it didn't directly hit him, the powerful fist wind knocked him back.
His body slammed heavily against the wall behind him, emitting a loud "bang."
"Pfft!"
Murong Hai spat out a mouthful of blood, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Even if I die today, I'll drag you down with me!"
He roared, releasing strong True Qi around him, causing the items in the room to shake.
Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes, certain Murong Hai wasn't cultivating Poison Technique, but also not any righteous Cultivation Technique.
"Aren't you a lackey of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect? Why not cultivate Poison Technique?"
