"It's forbidden to fight inside the arena!" an Ancestor shouted with a dark expression.
Darian snorted indifferently. "Fight? I just defended myself. Or were you expecting me to let him hit me?"
"He is correct," the central Ancestor's voice sounded calmly. "Our sect's branch is the one that should have ensured this didn't happen. If he weren't strong enough, he would have been poisoned to death by now."
Everyone fell silent, and when they looked at Mulloy lying on the ground… only now did people notice a small black needle in his hand.
The eyes of the people in the arena widened.
Almost everyone recognized it. It was an Underworld Cursed Needle, something used secretly by Evil Path cultivators to inflict a potentially lethal curse on a cultivator.
