A perfectly fine banquet was ruined by a few assassins.
As he stuffed his face with food, Wu Wang observed the unfolding events.
He was not just unflustered; he even felt a bit like laughing.
Poison?
Whose trick was this? Was it the Ming Qing Realm causing trouble again?
What exactly was the situation with the Goddess of Mingqing? Did she have to be at odds with the Goddess of Liuli? Could it be some grudge or feud among the Divine Spirits, and they were just collateral damage?
After briefly contemplating, Wu Wang still refrained from observing Yang Wudi's movements at this time.
It's tough on the eyes to watch Wudi in the dark.
The whole banquet suddenly livened up.
First, a large number of Martial Emperor Realm experts surged into the Wang residence and individually examined the remaining spills of wine, all detecting that strange poison capable of claiming the life of a Martial Emperor Realm Martial Artist.
