On the arena atop the mountain, Xu Yan lowered his head, his expression ashen as he gazed at strange blood lines that had appeared on his arms. The lines of blood gave off a bitter aura of resentment that made one shiver uncontrollably.

It was obviously some kind of terrifying poison.

“Do you think that a tiny bit of poison can scare me?”

Xu Yan’s voice was laced with frost. Genesis Qi swiftly began surging in his body, sweeping towards his arms in an attempt to expel ...