Seeing the smirk on the small Cultivator in front of him, the fake Devil froze—his eyes widened as he realized what the annoying brat had just said.
"That can't be… You're bluffing!" the fake Devil shouted.
"See for yourself," Apollo replied, the smirk vanishing, replaced by a cold, emotionless smile.
"The Black Death Water Poison is a potent toxin! Personally handed to me by my Master! There's no way you could—"
The fake Devil didn't finish.
In the next instant, an intense aura exploded from the small Cultivator, shutting him up mid-sentence.
He had felt this presence before—when the brat first showed up. It terrified him. And then came all those Techniques—so many that he lost count. That's why he'd tried to stay calm, tried to act like he had control. It was part of the plan… in case someone strong showed up.
But clearly, his tricks failed.
The aura from the Beggar was crushing. And to the fake Devil's horror, he realized—he couldn't feel the poison anymore.
