"Hahaha……"
Upon hearing this, the members of the Nanshan Sword Sect immediately burst into laughter.
"I think you've gone mad, kid. Why am I having such bad luck?"
"You probably don't know how much face even His Majesty the Emperor shows to our Nanshan Sword Sect. Who do you think you are to threaten me?"
Xue Jianren's unrestrained mockery attracted the attention of the other swordsmen participating in the sword test.
"well……"
Shen Zhao sighed.
The tragedy of fools lies in their lack of self-awareness.
Even when facing imminent death, one can still feign an air of complete confidence.
What's the point of living for someone like that?
Xue Jianren frowned: "What nonsense are you spouting? I..."
But the next moment, he felt an unbearable itch on his neck and couldn't help but start scratching it.
Soon, even his wicked servants couldn't resist scratching their necks.
For a moment, the sound of fingernails tearing through skin echoed outside Tianqiong Pavilion.
Xue Jianren's neck and half of his cheek were covered in blood from scratching, and his breathing became rapid.
"Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Shortness of breath, and unbearable itching all over your body?"
Shen Zhao remained with his back to the group, lightly waving his folding fan without even glancing at them.
"What... what's going on?"
Xue Jianren's face was already scratched raw, and the gruesome wounds sent chills down one's spine.
Shen Zhao calmly explained, "You've all been poisoned."
"Poisoning? When were you poisoned?"
"I poisoned you when I passed by you just now."
"You, bring me the antidote, it's so itchy, it's killing me."
"It's itchy, that's normal. This poison is called 'Ten Thousand Ants Eating Bones.' Anyone poisoned by this will experience unbearable itching all over their body within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."
An hour later, his entire body was covered in festering sores from scratching; he felt as if he wanted to peel off a layer of skin.
Then your muscles, senses, bone marrow, and even meridians will endure unimaginable itching, until you scratch your heart to pieces and die.
"ah--"
Upon hearing this, Xue Jianren let out a miserable scream, and then, feeling itchy, began to roll around on the ground.
The other wicked slaves were the same; some even gouged out their own eyeballs, and some even took knives and ripped out their own flesh.
The scene was so terrifying it sent chills down your spine.
"You, you..."
"Sorry, but you were already a dead man the moment you started provoking me."
Because men are the most vulnerable creatures, haha…
After speaking, Shen Zhao left gracefully.
Wherever he went, everyone immediately stepped back five paces to avoid being poisoned and following the Nanshan Sword Sect members to the same fate.
Then, Xue Jianren and his group actually scratched themselves to death outside Tianqiong Pavilion.
"Who is this person? Find out his identity immediately."
On the second-floor windowsill of Tianqiong Pavilion, a middle-aged man in his early fifties witnessed this scene and immediately became curious about Shen Zhao's identity.
As soon as he finished speaking, one of his subordinates disappeared from the spot.
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