Hei An couldn’t help laughing madly in the face of Tianming's pursuit.

"What gives you the right to laugh?” Tianming smiled.

"You’re too arrogant. You think you’re the protagonist of this world, capable of changing everything and crushing everyone. So I’d like to tell you this: the moment a man dies, the story is no longer his. Once you die, I can also think of myself as the protagonist and consider this world designed for me. Do you understand what I’m trying to say? Li Tianming, don't overestimate yourself.” Hei An laughed.

"What gives you the courage to say all that?” Tianming narrowed his eyes.

"Because you’re poisoned!” With a wave of his hand, Hei An smiled.

Tianming stopped and looked down. His chest was filled with black ki. It was as Hei An said—the poison had already attacked his heart. When he finally composed himself, he found that his internal organs had been filled with a poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist resembled little insects that multiplied in his heart and lungs, so small they were imperceptible....