Zeng Xiaoke suddenly shook his chest drum. The poison mist swayed, and the insect eggs gradually stirred, causing the poison moths to carry the poison gas, spreading throughout the arena. There was no way out for Li Xian, and the surrounding disciples were also affected.
Nangong Liuli frowned anxiously, so anxious that she wanted to stomp her feet. But the jade shoes concealed fine needle-like hairs, and walking would stimulate the Yongquan point, making it extremely itchy. If she were to stomp, it would pull the needles, causing her own pain. She could only slightly rub her toes, focusing intently on the changes in the arena.
Suddenly, she saw Li Xian spit blood mist again. Others assumed he was driven to the end, making a last-ditch resistance, repeating his old tricks. Zeng Xiaoke sneered twice, pushing forward with palm force, and the poison mist surged toward him.
