The elderly man in a grey robe looked at the refined gentleman with some surprise.
His Soul Severing Powder was colorless and tasteless; unless one had Divine Sense, ordinary cultivators couldn't detect it.
So the fact that the refined gentleman hadn't been poisoned meant that he must possess some kind of poison-resistant treasure.
Upon hearing this, the other three glared angrily at the elderly man in the grey robe.
But at this moment, they could no longer speak, swaying as if about to fall, coughing up blood, and collapsing to the ground.
"Yao fellow Daoist, I'm afraid your treasure can't completely block my 'Soul Severing Powder.' You should hurry and leave while you can," the grey-robed elder continued to speak, his voice unhurried.
"Very well, Yao acknowledges his defeat," said the refined gentleman upon hearing this, well aware that he was no match for the grey-robed elder.
He cauciously eyed the grey-robed elder and slowly backed out of the cave.
"Wait a moment,"