When Jared walked out from that white smoke, they felt their hearts shattering into pieces.
“What the hell? What is going on?” Francois looked at Sigurd in disbelief.
The poison in question was a hallmark of Emerald Cauldron Sect, and it wasn't distributed to ordinary disciples.
Sigurd possessed it solely due to his status as the principal disciple. Little did they know that the poison would prove ineffective.
Sigurd looked confused. He found himself at a loss for words. Unbeknownst to them, their master Hosen was no match for Jared in the field of alchemy. Jared's physical constitution was impervious to poisons. Each poison entering his body would be refined through the Focus Technique.
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