Super Dragon Cultivation System

The Great Elder pointed at the figure in front of him in a daze. His trembling lips could only utter a single word before he could no longer continue.    

The scene was dead silent. The assassins looked at the figure standing up in disbelief.    

Their thoughts had been cut off...    

"All of you are here!"    

Zhang Xing turned his head and glanced at the assassins.    

"You... you are not poisoned?"    

The Great Elder looked at Zhang Xing from top to bottom for seven to eight times.    

The Zhang Xing in his eyes was indeed weak. His heart almost stopped beating, and his body was emitting the smell of five mixed poisons.    

Furthermore, his entire body was covered with fifteen different colored poisons.    

If it wasn't for Zhang Xing standing up, no one would believe that he still had a chance to live.    

"Of course I was poisoned. Otherwise, how could I have tricked all of you here?    

All of you belong to the toad race. Although you can't bite me, you really make me hate you.    

Rather than letting you assassinate me again and again, it's better to let you succeed once.    

This will save us all a lot of trouble."    

" Hmph! Zhang Xing, I really admire you for being able to survive until now after being poisoned by such a deep poison.    

But do you still have the strength to kill us? "    

The Great Elder didn't believe that Zhang Xing had the ability to do so.    

The mixed poison had clearly spread to Zhang Xing's body. Unless he was reborn as a Divine King Immortal Emperor, he would still die.    

Does he want to drag me down with him before he dies?    

You are wrong about this.    

Great Elder sensed the three protective armors and the two protective bracelets and collars on his body.    

Even a peak Divine Core Fourth Rank demon beast wouldn't be able to kill him with just these defensive divine instrument.    

As long as he crushed the teleportation Jade Talisman lightly, he would disappear from this place.    

"Hehe! It's true that I was poisoned, but it's not as deep as you think. Look."    

As Zhang Xing spoke, he stretched out his left hand, and the fifteen-colored poison in his body instantly gathered in his palm.    

Then, a colorful poisonous light sphere the size of hawthorn appeared.    

The color of his skin also returned to normal.    

"What kind of bullshit mixed poison is this? In Zhang Xing's eyes, it's just a mass of crude and useless poison.    

Even a poison that is a hundred times stronger than this poison can't do anything to me."    

Zhang Xing said and stuffed the poison ball into his mouth.    

With a bang, fifteen types of poison appeared all over his body.    

Immediately after that, a ray of light energy quickly filled his body. In the blink of an eye, his body began to emit all kinds of flames.    

Finally, this incomparably powerful poison was refined into nothingness in the eyes of all the demi-human race assassins.    

The Great Elder was dumbfounded, and so were all the other assassins!    

Poison could be played like this?    

Perhaps even the Third Sky Poison Sect's Master wouldn't dare to play like this.    

Obviously, not only was Zhang Xing immune to poison, he was also the ancestor of poison.    

They actually dared to show off their skills in front of their ancestor. Wasn't this courting death?!    

While they were stunned, Zhang Xing waved his hand and sent two streams of light energy into the Wan sisters' bodies.    

Three breaths later, the two sisters opened their eyes.    

"Zhang Xing, we're reunited in the Underworld!"    

Wan Mei jumped into Zhang Xing's arms. She didn't know if it was because she saw Zhang Xing or because of her sadness after her death, but she started crying.    

Wan Zhu was confused for a moment, then she turned around and looked around.    

Her normal reaction was to look at her own body first, but Wan Mei's. Just one sentence made her think that she was in hell.    

But what she saw was still those assassins...    

That's not right!    

"Sister, we don't seem to be dead!"    

Wan Mei seemed to have not heard him and was still in Zhang Xing's arms, unwilling to come out.    

Zhang Xing stood there awkwardly and raised his hands. He didn't know if he should hug her or pat her shoulder to comfort her.