Bao Shan looked at Zhao Ya with hopeful eyes, hoping to use his attitude to move him and thus gain a sliver of hope.
However, Zhao Ya's reaction was completely unexpected.
With a light smile, Zhao Ya suddenly clapped his palms together.
With a puff, the poisonous insect was crushed by immense force, its blue-green innards mixed with viscous fluid splattering onto the ground, emitting a hissing corrosive sound.
Bao Shan let out a tragic cry, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and then his whole body visibly aged by twenty years almost in the blink of an eye.
Yet even so, Bao Shan dared not show any resentment, only looking at Zhao Ya with a face full of confusion, seemingly not understanding why he would do such a thing.
"You think I haven't killed you yet because I'm coveting this poisonous insect?" Zhao Ya said coldly, then tossed the shriveled insect skin onto the ground.
To Zhao Ya, Poison Dao was merely an embellishment.
