The crowd looked at the Grand Elder with confusion.
The Grand Elder said, "Don't you all know about the Tang Clan's legendary poison—the Triple Drum Poison?"
"Three drumbeats, each stronger than the last. Just the first drumbeat alone can deprive the opponent of their ability to move. Do you think the opponent would even have a chance to concoct an antidote?"
"Moreover, the antidote for the Triple Drum Poison, the Tang Clan doesn't even have the formula, do you think these people here can come up with an antidote?"
The Fifth Elder asked, "But even so, Qin Han has to take someone else's poison, right? If he can't cure the poison, won't he still lose?"
The Second Elder said with irritation, "Do you see this guy looking the slightest bit nervous?"
The Fifth Elder looked at Qin Han and found that he didn't care at all. He knew others were brewing poison, yet he remained unfazed. What does this imply?
If he isn't an idiot, then he must be very confident!
