บท 151: Ancient Bloodline

One breath… Two breaths… Three breaths…

Bobby stood calmly where he was and there was no sign of any abnormalities.

The Silver Blooded Corpse waited for a full ten breaths, but nothing happened to Bobby. On the contrary, the latter's face became even redder.

How was this possible?

Shock appeared on the Silver Blooded Corpse's face. Even though it had slept for a few hundred years and its strength was weakened, it could easily defeat cultivators under the 4th Sky of the Ascended Realm.

But Bobby was standing in front of it, unharmed. In reality, when the corpse poison spread throughout Bobby's body, his true force of Preston maybe counteracted the poison instantly.

As for the remaining time, Bobby circulated his True Force to heal himself.

"It looks like this corpse poison is just so-so."

Bobby felt incredible - the strong corpse poison was like ice in the blazing sun when it met his true force.

"What kind of freak is this brat!?"