"Have your Vice Hall Masters and elder come out to meet me!"
Despite being surrounded by a large group of poison masters, Zhang Xuan wasn't flustered at all. Rather, as if he didn't notice the situation, he raised his chin, placed his hands behind his back, and stared at the group with frosty eyes.
"You wish to meet our Vice Hall Masters and elders? Who do you think you are!"
To think that the fellow would fearlessly demand to meet their Vice Hall Master and elders after having attacked their colleague! Infuriated, Poison Master Zhou roared savagely, "To dare to kill in the Poison Hall, you shall become dead meat..."
Harrumphing coldly, he had decided to make his move in order to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson. But at the next moment, the vision before him blurred.
Hu!
In the flash of a shadow, a hand was already grabbing at Poison Master Zhou’s neck and he was held dangling in midair.