He tried to scratch, but no matter how he scratched, it was no use; it was as if the itch came from his very bones.

"Ah! It itches! It itches so much!"

The knife-sliced ​​man scratched his face desperately, tearing off all the flesh and leaving it covered in blood.

However, the knife-cut man felt no pain at all, only an unbearable itch. He quickly scratched his face raw, and even gouged out his own eyeballs.

He seemed unsatisfied, and finally even lifted his skull, took out his wrinkled brain, and scratched it frantically.

At this moment, the man with the razor-sharp jaw seemed to finally stop itching, a relieved smile appearing on his face. He then slowly collapsed to the ground, clutching his brain.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt an extremely eerie feeling rising from the bottom of their hearts.

What kind of terrifying methods are these?

Everyone looked at Qian Kunyi with deep fear in their eyes. If they were afraid of Qian Kunyi's identity and background just now, they were afraid of his terrifying methods now.

"A poison mage?"

Qiao Suinian's gaze sharpened; he had naturally seen through Qian Kunyi's methods.

Poison mages are different from poison priests like Zuo Fangya. Zuo Fangya's main focus is saving people, and killing is just a secondary ability.

While poison mages can also heal, they are even more adept at silently poisoning someone.

A powerful poison mage can even easily accomplish the feat of massacring an entire city.

In other words, although both are about poison, the difference between a poison mage and a poison priest is that one is better at using poison to kill, while the other is better at using poison to heal.

"Hmph, you ignorant dog, you deserve to die."

Qian Kunyi gave a cold snort, then turned his face and shouted in a deep voice.

"Qian Er, get over here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Er immediately fell to the ground, his strong body rolling towards them like a large basketball.

"Kneel down and kowtow! Apologize to this young man immediately!"

Qian Er didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately knelt down in front of Qiao Suinian, kowtowing repeatedly with all his might. Soon, blood began to seep from his forehead.

Qian Er was a smart man. He knew very well that Qian Kunyi's actions of killing the knife-wielding man first and then making him come over to apologize were clearly an attempt to save his life.

"My lord! I'm so sorry, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I've offended you. I hope you'll forgive me this time!"

"Oh dear! What are you saying, Brother Qian? Please rise, please rise!"

Qiao Suinian smiled and helped Qian Er up.

“I’m not the kind of person who holds grudges, so how could I possibly hold a grudge against Brother Qian over such a trivial matter?”

Qian Er looked flattered. He hadn't expected Qiao Suinian to be so easy to talk to. He had thought he would have to suffer more to save his life.

"Qian Er, thank you very much, sir!"

Qian Er made a move to kneel down again, but Qiao Suinian quickly caught him.

"No need to thank me, it's nothing, just be more careful in your next life."