"This..." Feeling the Nether Poison stir within him, Yang Zhentian stared at Shen Haoran in disbelief.
'He really does have a way to deal with the Nether Poison in my body!'
"Old Sir, focus your energy and force the Nether Poison toward my palm!" Shen Haoran said in a deep voice, ignoring Yang Zhentian's astonishment.
"Alright!" Snapped back to his senses by Shen Haoran's shout, Yang Zhentian quickly began to cooperate. The Thousand Illusion Spirit Marrow on his chest emitted a soft, jade-like glow, forcing the black Nether Poison to converge toward Shen Haoran's palm.
At the same time, a few wisps of flame danced in Shen Haoran's hand. He looked at Yang Zhentian and said, "Old Sir, the next part might be a little dangerous. You need to be prepared!"
"Go ahead and do what you must, young man. This old life of mine was nearly over anyway. Don't you worry!" Yang Zhentian boomed with a laugh.
