Nash strode forward and crouched beside Yasmin, his hand grasping the worm immediately. Yasmin


    instinctively grabbed Nash’s wrist as she stared at the man intensely. Her cheeks were as red as


    apples. The onlookers, however, understood Nash was dealing with the deathworm and had no other


    ulterior motives.


    Nash channeled his energy secretly, enveloping the deathworm with it and thenpressing it. The


    deathworm immediately spat out purple fluid, its 20 pairs of legs iling and leaving marks on Yasmin’s


    smooth thigh.


    “Ugh…”


    Yasmin clenched her teeth tightly, enduring the burning pain.


    “Get some alcohol,” Nash said, voice deep. He then tore open Yasmin’s pants with his bare hands. Her


    fair thigh was already red and swollen. The deathworm’s purple blood seemed to be bubbling on her


    skin.


    Bradley grabbed the half-empty bottle of Cattleden liquor from the table, unscrewed the cap, and


    handed it to Nash. Using his hand that was adorned with a dragon-shaped ring, Nash grabbed the


    bottle without hesitation and poured it onto Yasmin’s wound.


    “Oww!” Yasmin let out a piercing, agonizing scream. Margaret and Derek winced.


    “Yasmin, bite my arm,” Derek rolled up his sleeve, offering his muscr arm to Yasmin, moving it near


    her mouth.


    Without any hesitation, Yasmin sank her teeth into her brother’s arm.


    “Fire,” Nash requested.


    Bradley took out a lighter and handed it to Nash.


    Yasmin shook her head frantically. “No! Don’t-”


    The fire would undoubtedly leave scars on her, and it was a devastating notion for a young


    Ignoring Yasmin’s pleading eyes, Nash ignited the alcohol on her wound with the lighter, causing blue


    mes to shoot up.


    Yasmin was in excruciating pain, her teeth biting firmly into Derek’s arm. Derek pressed his lips


    together, but beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. The pain in his arm was nothingpared to


    the heartache he felt for his sister.


    Yasmin was drenched with sweat from the pain. Her eyes had also turned white, and she was on the


    verge of passing out.


    Nash felt helpless as well. He could have blocked Yasmin’s pain receptors, but the deathworm’s poison


    would be more active if she had no reactions at all as it would mistake her for a lifeless body.


    After about three minutes, Yasmin’s thigh had turned ck from the fire. Margaret sobbed


    uncontrobly, “My poor daughter…”


    Nash examined Yasmin’s wound. After confirming that the toxin had not entered her body, he


    finally let out a sigh of relief. There were more than a thousand types of poisons in the world, and the


    deathworm’s toxin undoubtedly ranked among the top ten. Without prompt treatment, Yasmin would


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    Even Profound Reality Realm martial artists would face certain death without any hope for survival if


    they were gued with a deathworm.


    Yasmin’s face was pale as she convulsed.


    Derek held his sister in his arms,forting her tenderly. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” He then turned


    to Nash and asked, “Mr. Nash, what in the world is that thing? Is its poison really that frightening? Even


    a cobra’s venom isn’t that deadly, right?”


    Nash looked at Bradley and smiled faintly. “This, you’ll have to ask Old Perry.”


    Bradley sighed. “Rascal, go close the door.”


    Nico heard this and went over to close the door.


    To everyone’s astonishment, however, Bradley dropped to one knee out of nowhere without any


    hesitation. He said, “1, the 128th generation head of the Seekers Hall, pay my respects to you, sir!”


    Margaret’s family was dumbfounded, while Nico and his mother were left in disbelief.