I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1933 - 1932: Poison Breaks Out

"Who do you want to mess with?" Shen Wushuang forcefully suppressed her anger and said coldly.

"Hahaha—!" Upon hearing her words, Zhang Xiaohao looked up and laughed heartily.

"What are you laughing at? If you don’t give me a clear explanation today, I’ll make sure you die without a grave!" Shen Wushuang gritted her silver teeth and said.

"Am I laughing? Clearly, it’s you being foolish and seeing things wrong. Are you going to blame me for that?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged indifferently.

"Bastard! You deserve to die! Do you think I’m blind? Do you think I didn’t hear what you said?" Shen Wushuang gritted her teeth and said.

"Since you’re so eager to admit it, then so be it! Unfortunately, you have only one second left to live. After that second, you’ll all die!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded seriously.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Shen Wushuang looked puzzled, feeling that something was wrong in her heart, as if there was a problem.

"Fall!" Zhang Xiaohao did not answer her. Instead, he shouted coldly.

As Zhang Xiaohao’s words fell, an unbelievable scene immediately occurred. Shen Wushuang and the others, their bodies seemed out of control as they fell from the sky to the ground crazily.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

From Shen Wushuang at the forefront, including the Cultivator at the Mahayana Realm, as Zhang Xiaohao’s words fell, their bodies uncontrollably fell to the ground. Without their cultivation to support them, they were like helpless lambs falling collectively, but fortunately, as high-level Cultivators, they didn’t suffer any actual injuries apart from landing face-first in the dirt.

"What? What on earth is going on? Why are our bodies suddenly out of control? Why has our cultivation vanished in an instant? Speak up, you little bastard, what is going on? Is this your doing?" Witnessing this scene, Shen Wushuang’s face changed drastically, quickly shouting angrily at Zhang Xiaohao.

Zhang Xiaohao acted as if he hadn’t heard her, flipping nimbly up from the rooftop with a cold gaze towards them.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of Cultivators all fell from the sky, crashing fiercely to the ground, not a single one standing, their cultivation temporarily disappearing due to the effects of the poisonous powder.

Swish!

Zhang Xiaohao spat out the foxtail grass from his mouth, which shot towards Shen Wushuang with a gust of wind.

Clang!!!

The foxtail grass, carrying a powerful gust, struck Shen Wushuang’s body, only to be blocked by her protective spiritual light, not even breaking through her defense.

"Just a Unification Peak Cultivator. Even with her cultivation lost, she can still protect herself. That determination is commendable!" Zhang Xiaohao praised.

"You little bastard, did you poison us?" Shen Wushuang shouted angrily.

She wasn’t an idiot. Unable to use her cultivation, the only explanation was poisoning since they hadn’t encountered anything else, making everything clear.

"It seems you aren’t too stupid! Figuring out the truth so quickly, not bad!" Zhang Xiaohao praised.

"Hmph! We are all high-level Cultivators. Even if you’ve schemed against us and caused our cultivation to vanish temporarily, you can’t hold us for long. Once our cultivation recovers, it will be your death!" Shen Wushuang, with a gloomy face and killing intent, said.

"You don’t need to waste your energy, nor continue to struggle. No matter how you struggle, you can’t resolve my poison with your strength! Moreover, don’t try to stall for time in front of me, because it won’t work!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged dismissively.

"Hmph!" Shen Wushuang snorted without frustration when her plan was exposed, immediately closing her eyes and focusing on operating her Cultivation Technique, trying to suppress the medicinal power within her body.

But her efforts were doomed to be in vain. Under the poisonous powder Zhang Xiaohao had meticulously crafted, if it were suppressed and cleared so easily, what fun would there be for him?

Moreover, this was a perfect match according to the Three Pure Ones Scripture, no matter how Shen Wushuang and the others struggled, they couldn’t break free until the time was up.

Whoosh!

Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flickered, appearing in front of the Green Robed Elder.

Since being poisoned, the Green Robed Elder had been pretending to be dead, acting submissively, secretly operating his Cultivation Technique to suppress the poison within him, planning to strike Zhang Xiaohao with thunderous means once he succeeded.

"Old geezer, trying to suppress my poison? Unfortunately, you won’t get the chance." Zhang Xiaohao shook his head scornfully.

The Green Robed Elder said nothing, as if not hearing Zhang Xiaohao, still wholeheartedly operating his Cultivation Technique to suppress the poison within him.

"You little bastard, you think someone at Nascent Soul Peak can take on a Cultivator at the Mahayana Realm? Look at yourself, you’re unworthy!" Shen Wushuang said disdainfully.

"Shut your mouth!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted coldly.

Bam!!!

His right foot stomped on the ground, and a massive rock soared into the sky. In a flash, Zhang Xiaohao grabbed it, and the colossal rock, accompanied by a fierce wind, slammed down on Shen Wushuang’s head, immobilizing her completely.

"Now it’s quiet." Zhang Xiaohao nodded in satisfaction.

With icy eyes, he didn’t hide the killing intent in them, coldly staring at the Green Robed Elder.

From the time of poisoning until now, ten seconds had passed. With only two minutes and fifty seconds left, breaking through a Mahayana Realm Cultivator’s defense proved quite challenging.

"Three Heads and Six Arms!"

"Dharma Manifestation Heaven and Earth!"

"Hundred Veins Evil Qi Gang Body Roulette!"

Zhang Xiaohao roared, and as his words fell, he transformed into a three-meter-tall giant, with three heads and six arms. Torrents of golden radiance continuously emanated from his body, surging outwards.

"Xuantian Extreme Demon Sword!"

"Sea Snake Three Spirit Fork!"

Zhang Xiaohao roared again, and as his words fell, each of his two right arms held a Mystic Sky Treasure. The remaining four arms, responding to his will, grasped mystical artifacts formed by spiritual power, though they were all heavy magic artifacts, coldly staring at the Green Robed Elder.