A bald, blue-eyed man stood not far away.

He was busily gnawing at a dripping, festering severed head in big bites. His mouth was smeared with blood, and his oily face brimmed with satisfaction.

When he saw the greasy man, Tao Qingshan couldn’t help but say, “Ha Shisan, I can crush a dirty toad like you even without relying on His Excellency the Sea-Swallowing King’s prestige.”

Teng Yong hurriedly lowered his voice and explained to Su Yi, “Mystic Master, that’s Ha Shisan from Poison Sands Ridge. He’s a blue-eyed toad that achieved sentience, and he calls himself ‘the Poisonflame King.’ He’s extremely strong, and he’s especially proficient with poisons. He once used poison to slay a Grandmaster, and his temperament is extremely domineering.”

Su Yi paid him no heed, while Ning Sihua’s clear eyes flashed with undisguised loathing.

This yao really was a toad; he looked vile to the extreme.

“Heh heh.” Ha Shisan stretched out his foot-long, bright red tongue. First, he licked a circle around his oily face, slurping up the smeared blood and bits of flesh until nothing was left.

Then, he withdrew his tongue and smacked his lips. “That so? Let’s wait until Ol’ Bro Wuhuan’s Assembly...