Even if not, long-term exposure may lead him to develop antibodies.

Moreover, he is a Martial Artist who has mastered Skin Grinding, so these poisons might be completely ineffective.

As for those powders tested only today...

Zhao Ya held no hope.

Unexpectedly, in such a situation, the poison actually worked.

Zhao Ya felt assured and immediately closed in, unleashing the Gale Saber Technique, enveloping the masked man.

The masked man was increasingly terrified.

He found that his previously smooth Qi Blood circulation was obstructed, becoming sluggish, and occasionally losing control inexplicably.

This led his techniques to become utterly disordered.

Thus, Zhao Ya quickly landed several slashes on him.

Though relying on his rich experience and deep reserves, he managed to dodge at the last moment.

But not every time brings such luck.

For instance, this time.

When Zhao Ya's blade was at his throat, the masked man only then reacted, desperately dodging, barely avoiding a lethal hit.

However, while the vital point was avoided, his shoulder was not.

With a tearing sound, the sharp blade sliced through the shoulder fabric, cutting the resilient skin, leaving a deep wound.

Even a Martial Artist who has mastered Skin Grinding is powerless against the Meteorite Iron Saber, a Treasure Weapon.

The masked man grunted, clutching the shoulder wound as blood seeped through his fingers.

But he couldn't care about that now.

He desperately compelled his Qi Blood, using this last chance to flee.

But even before being poisoned, his Body Technique speed couldn't match Zhao Ya's.

Let alone now.

Zhao Ya shadowed him closely, not rushing to cut him down immediately.

After all, a cornered rabbit will bite, not to mention a Fourth Realm Martial Artist.

So Zhao Ya's strategy was to wear him down little by little.

This was a long pursuit.

Over an hour later, the sun was already setting.

Zhao Ya chased the masked man to a cliff's edge.

The masked man, now lacking his earlier arrogance, was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, an utter wreck.

As he reached the cliff, despair flashed across the masked man's face.

For now he truly had no way out.

He glared at Zhao Ya with a look of bitter hate.

"Have you considered the consequences of killing me?"

Zhao Ya shook his head.

"Heh, our Paradise Sect is not like those trashy sects. If you kill me, the higher-ups in our sect will seek revenge," the masked man said viciously.

"Sounds familiar!"

"Hmm?" The masked man was taken aback.

"Back when Han Suyun died, she said something similar, claiming someone would avenge her, and the result was..."

Zhao Ya smiled slightly, the implication clear.

He was mocking the masked man's delusions and arrogance.

The masked man was so angry he almost spat blood.

But now, he didn't even know how to refute.

Because Zhao Ya seemed to be speaking the truth.

"Don't think I'm bluffing; someone will avenge me, you'll see!"

With that, the masked man turned and jumped off the cliff.

Knowing he was no match, he chose to commit suicide rather than die by Zhao Ya's hand.

Zhao Ya quickly approached the cliff's edge, seeing mist swirling below, clearly indicating great height.

Anyone jumping down would surely die, even a Fourth Realm Martial Artist would struggle to survive.

But Zhao Ya held no illusions.

If alive, see the person; if dead, see the corpse.

He wouldn't and couldn't rest without seeing the masked man's body.

If the masked man escaped, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Zhao Ya turned and surveyed the surroundings, noticing a steep slope at the cliff's edge.

Although still very steep, it was at least passable.

Thus, Zhao Ya used the Light as a Feather Body Technique, heading down the slope towards the cliff bottom.

Meanwhile, in the Commandery, Dingtai Martial Arts Hall's entrance was crowded and bustling.

"Ren Yong Martial Arts Hall, arrived!"

"Beifeng Martial Arts Hall, arrived!"

"Mountain Guardian Boxing Hall, arrived!"

With each shout, nearly all the prominent Martial Dao experts in the Commandery had gathered.

Lu Dingtai stood at the entrance, welcoming guests with a cheerful expression.

"Congratulations, Hall Master Lu, on acquiring such a talented disciple; already a Fourth Realm at such a young age, truly boundless prospects," Hall Master Shang from Ren Yong Martial Arts Hall said with a smile.

Behind him was his senior disciple, Nie Jingnian.

Hearing this, Lu Dingtai laughed heartily.

"Thank you, Hall Master Shang, please come in!"

Shen Dao stepped forward to greet them, exchanging pleasantries with Nie Jingnian, before preparing to lead them to the reception hall.

Just then, a shout came from the entrance.

"Chengfeng Martial Arts Hall, arrived!"

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