The Demoness pulled out a ladies' cigarette, her slender fingers pinching the tip as she brought it to her little mouth, lit it, and slightly raised her head, casting a sidelong glance at the Witch Demon. She slowly exhaled dense smoke: "Phew… Old man, killing is killing, but five innocent lives in one night—isn't that a bit too cruel?"

The Witch Demon coldly laughed: "Demoness, anyone can accuse me of being a murderous fiend. But not you. Wasn't it you who single-handedly destroyed the Shadow Demon Anti-Terror Squad back in the day?"

The Demoness's expression didn't change, her eyes carrying a nostalgic look: "Oh, you're referring to that incident. At the time, those American soldiers were raping the local women, shooting civilians. If I had to live it again, I would still choose to kill them."

As she spoke, the Demoness's face became indifferent: "I have killed many people, but I can guarantee they all deserved it. You're different, you kill indiscriminately, caring little if the opponent is a civilian or not!"

"Hey, stop preaching to me like some sanctimonious woman."

The Witch Demon showed a glimmer of anger: "We all have bloody hands, why pretend to be virtuous while being filthy? Now, let's see your poison technique!"

His cold words fell, and he slightly raised his hand, a wisp of black smoke flew out from his wide sleeve.

The black smoke, like a slithering little snake, flew toward the Demoness's face.

The Demoness remained calm-faced, flicked the half-cigarette at her fingertips, waited for the ash to settle, then the half-cigarette flew out.

Bang!

The cigarette hit the black smoke and erupted into a huge flame.

As the flame quickly dissipated, the Witch Demon laughed haughtily: "Poisonous Demoness, is that all you've got!"

"Is that so?"

The Demoness faintly smiled, but her smile suddenly froze.

She felt a slight pain at the nape of her neck, as if pricked by a needle.

Snap!

Instinctively patting the spot where it hurt, she raised her hand to her chest and opened her palm, a squashed mosquito lay there.

From the outside, that mosquito looked ordinary, but, its blood was black! Thick black! Thick with poison!

The Demoness's expression changed, her teeth unconsciously began to chatter, a chilling toxin spread from her neck throughout her body, and in less than three seconds, her fair skin turned considerably dark, looking deeply poisoned!

"Hahaha, Demoness, don't forget—I'm of Witch Race descent, what was Witch Race most famous for back in the day!"

The Witch Demon laughed triumphantly, pulling open a seam of his robe, to reveal two leather pouches hanging at his waist.

"Gu Insects!"

At this moment, the Demoness's whole body stiffened, her expression turned vacant, her tongue stiffened, rendering her unable to speak.

In her desperate situation, she realized the reason for her defeat.

Turns out, the first wisp of black smoke released by the Witch Demon was just a distraction, he had released a Gu Insect concealed in the room long before she arrived…

What a cunning mind, what a vicious Gu Poison!

"You've been poisoned by a paralyzing Gu Poison, even a full-grown African adult figure would lose mobility within minutes after being poisoned."

The Witch Demon arrogantly explained, slowly walking toward the Demoness.

He walked with his head held high, his stride steady, as if patrolling his territory like an Emperor.

"Actually, I meant to kill you, but upon seeing you, I changed my mind. Such a beautiful shell, along with the name of Poisonous Demoness, must be quite fun to play with…"

Lustful laughter echoed as the Witch Demon approached the Demoness, his withered hand reaching for the Demoness's pretty face, "And were you wondering why I wasn't poisoned? Hehe, you hid the poison in the cigarette, I've known this trick for ten years. Forgot to mention, I learned Ancient India's Turtle Breath Technique, if I'm willing, I can hold my breath for ten minutes easily. If I don't inhale the smoke, how can you poison me?"

In his boastful speech, his hand reached merely half an inch from the Demoness's fair face, but suddenly stopped, unable to move further.

"You…"

The Witch Demon's expression turned fearful, his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were all oozing purple-black blood.

His teeth blackened at a visible rate, eventually all falling to the ground!

He felt as though his body was frozen, every part no longer belonging to him.

The hand halted before the pretty face, unable to advance a single millimeter…

So close yet so far, a distance akin to an unbridgeable chasm!

"Hehe, you lecherous fool, you look much better now that you're neither human nor ghost…"

Even more terrifying to the Witch Demon was the Demoness, supposedly immobilized, now laughing with charm, her jiggling bosom so pleasant to behold, her narrowed eyes so alluring.

Such a pity, none of it belonged to him.

"Why is this happening?"

This was the mystery in the Witch Demon's mind, and the Demoness, seemingly able to read minds, laughed and explained: "Lecherous fool, my blood contains a hundred poisons, your poor-quality anesthetic poison is fit only for anesthetizing children in surgery…"

A body of Hundred Poisons?

The Witch Demon's pupils contracted, not expecting the Demoness to possess such a legendary physique!

No wonder the poison had no effect on her, but why was I poisoned?

The Witch Demon's heart filled with regret, feeling life rapidly slipping away, he had reached the end of his tether.

He suddenly recalled, just earlier, didn't the Demoness flick the ash onto the ground? The spot he now stood on, wasn't it atop the ash?

The true lethal poison was hidden in the ash!

The Witch Demon suddenly realized, his eyes widened again, hoping for one last glimpse of the Demoness, to clearly see this woman who sent him to Hell.

But, due to blood pooling around his eyes, his vision was a crimson blur.

Ultimately, he didn't clearly see the Demoness's face, and his consciousness plunged into darkness, dying completely.

The Demoness quietly stared at the Witch Demon's corpse for a minute, her gaze reminiscent of admiring a piece of art.

Eventually, she extended a finger, her red nail gently touched the Witch Demon's brow.

With that gentle touch, the Witch Demon's body shattered into thousands of fragments, scattering like charred black paper scraps.

As the Witch Demon's black robe fell to the ground, countless black fragments fluttered around the room, but the Witch Demon was no more in this world.

The Demoness's expression was unchanged, as if she had just swatted a fly, then she made a phone call, dialing Qin Hao.

"Stupid Captain, I nearly died just now, you must make it up to me with a roll in bed!"

The Demoness's expression coquettish, her eyes smoldered with sensuality, contrasting sharply with the Ice Queen demeanor she had before the Witch Demon.

On the other end of the phone, Qin Hao sighed slightly with relief, laughing: "Little Jiji, your power has regressed. Little Thief managed to handle the enemy five minutes faster than you…"

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