The whole hall went silent. Even the men who were merrily raping Jie Mei stopped and turned their attention to the arena.
Luan Xuan jumped from the podium above and landed before Luan Fo's corpse. He looked at the corpse for a long time before he turned to Amon.
"You use poison?" He asked.
"I don't remember anyone explaining any rules about not using poison," Amon replied.
"Poison Claw… I only know that it is an art from the White Cloud Sect. I see… you are from the same city as that sect. But even there, not many people practice it. Poison is, after all, not a respectable skill."
"It's funny hearing you people care about respect," Amon said. He glanced at Jie Mei.
"Hahaha! You are right. As long as it is effective, why does it matter? No, I don't criticize you for using poison, but I must say this poison is rather exceptional. Not many known poisons can kill a transformation stage cultivator in such a short time. Even more from only such small wounds. Care to enlighten us?"
