As Thousand Poisons spoke, he slapped the bowl, and a purple-red lotus flew out. The moment the flower left the bowl, it expanded to the size of a water tank, spinning a few times in the air before hovering above Mu Hengyuan's head.

"Everyone calls me Thousand Poisons, and it's not for nothing. Haha, let's see how you like this!"

Thousand Poisons uttered a single mantra: "Disperse!"

The large purple-red lotus shattered into powder, transforming into thin threads that hung down.

Thousand Poisons glanced at where Mi Xiaojing was hiding, his figure transformed into a green-black shadow, shooting towards the direction of the sect's main hall. He couldn't be bothered to kill a junior.

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