"I offer you the Viper's Breath! A true warrior drains the flagon without spilling a drop!"
He held the massive iron flagon out, the green fumes rising from the lip.
It was a blatant trap.
If Ji'an refused, she lost face and proved she was weak. If she drank it, the intense venom would theoretically incapacitate her frail, pampered body, humiliating her in front of her "bodyguards."
The Azure Dragon disciples smirked, waiting for the pretty boy to panic.
But the panic didn't come from Ji'an.
The panic came from the thirteen terrifying, blood-soaked demigods sitting behind her.
Gu Zhiwei, Lu Jianheng, and Hu Yanlie simultaneously gasped, their faces draining of all color. They didn't look at Kui with anger; rather, they looked at him with horror.
"Oh Heavens," Wen Shiru whispered, adjusting his glasses with his fingers, practically shrinking behind his table. "The fool has just insulted the Chef's palate."
