C217 Golden Hand Fragment Jade

"What … What skill is this?" Poison... Toxicologyn Arts? You little brat, you even know Toxicologyn Arts?! " Ban Yanming was astonished. He looked at Wang Lih and then looked at his left palm which had just been punched by Wang Lih. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" A sound rang out from the center of his palm, and the purple juice began to tear and burn the skin bit by bit.

Ban Yanming