As his fresh blood dyed the sands red, Young Master Long was forced onto the sands by a foot to his back. An ominous purple flush had quickly spread through his skin from the wound: a sign of the venombane scorpion's poison.

Young Master Long opened his eyes wide. "This sword... is poisoned!" The skin by his wound had festered, turning a deep purple as it did so.

"Too easy a death for you," Zhang Lie spat out.

"Don't, please! I surrender!"

"Do you recognize me, then?" Zhang Lie gave him a chilling smile.

"Do you really intend to kill me? In that case, are you prepared to face the wrath of the Long clan from the Godsbane settlement?!" Young Master Long gritted out. His fury at his helplessness turned his eyes red, and his body spasmed from the corrosive nature of the poison. From his perspective, although Zhang Lie was a strong hunter, he wouldn't be foolish enough to try to start a blood feud with the Long clan by killing him.

"Oh? Sounds frightening." Zhang Lie's eyes narrowed as he recalled what he could about the Long clan. It was even stronger than the five major clans of the capital, and...