Cao Xiyue opened her mouth wide and exclaimed, realizing the seriousness of the matter.

The rest of the people were all wide-eyed and shocked.

I have never seen such a competition before, this is a gamble with my life!

Qian Mo's body trembled and he was stunned for a moment.

"Master Yang? Why are you doing this?

These three poisons were recently prepared by me, and I don’t even have the antidote!"

As soon as these words came out, there was even more uproar.

If Qian Mo himself doesn't have an antidote, wouldn't it be the end of the world?

Qin Tianze's body was shaking but he still held on to the last glimmer of hope.

"Master, can your poison kill a practitioner?"

Now everyone knows that Yang Haoran has a high level of cultivation. If it were ordinary poison, it probably wouldn't be able to harm him.

Qian Mo's face turned blue: "These three poisons of mine are specially designed to deal with practitioners!"
Chapter completed!