"More qualified than me?" Mo Qianyun sneered. "You're not the first to say that to me, and you won't be the last, but this will be the last time *you* say it!"
The moment his voice fell, Mo Qianyun shot toward him. His Snake Eyes were locked onto Lin Xuan's every move. The Yulan Sacred Fire covering his body burned even more fiercely, causing the surrounding air temperature to plummet.
Lin Xuan, on the other hand, didn't use any Yulan Sacred Fire. The nine Ice and Snow Badges on his arm seemed like mere decorations, showing no sign of being activated.
"Die!"
Mo Qianyun couldn't be bothered with why Lin Xuan wasn't moving. He thrust forward with the Divine Artifact in his hand. A black gleam flashed from the blade, mixed with a faint, eerie green light—poison. Not only was the blade coated in poison, but even his own Snake Scales had taken on a greenish hue, clinging to the surface of his Ice Armor. If Lin Xuan attacked with his fists or was struck, he would surely be poisoned!
