Fall of the Title of Poison Lord
Editor: Henyee Translations
An Lin chortled with glee upon seeing this. "Haha, how do you feel now? Do you understand the might of the Poison Lord now!?"
The Blood Tribe looked up at An Lin with the blush still lingering on her face as her red eyes rippled seductively. "Yes… you are indeed mighty…"
What's with that expression?
An Lin's lips twitched as he failed to understand what was going on.
Was that the normal reaction of Blood Tribe cultivators to being poisoned?
Weren't they supposed to roll their eyes over, froth at the mouth, and faint on the spot?
What was this horny expression on her face!?
Right at this moment, the Blood Tribe woman suddenly half-knelt onto the ground with her brows slightly furrowed. A pained expression appeared on her face, and she clutched at her chest as her body trembled.
An Lin's worries were instantly swept aside upon seeing this. This was the proper reaction to being poisoned.