Zhan Feng let out a strange laugh.
"Kid, you should be proud for having survived a few rounds with me. In your next life, try harder!"
With that, Zhan Feng waved his hands, intending to quickly end Zhao Ya's life.
But just then, Zhan Feng felt a sudden dizziness and a sharp pain in his chest.
As if that wasn't enough, along with the stabbing pain, his originally smooth Qi Blood seemed to be blocked by something, causing his previously invigorated Palm Power to rapidly weaken.
What's happening?
Zhan Feng was startled.
Zhao Ya seized the opportunity and swung his Meteorite Iron Saber towards Zhan Feng's neck again.
With no choice, Zhan Feng had to retreat swiftly, looking at Zhao Ya with a face ashen with anger.
"What trick did you just pull?"
As he spoke, Zhan Feng's hands couldn't stop trembling, because he truly felt frightened.
If Zhao Ya could really poison him without his noticing, then his life might really end today.
Zhao Ya secretly let out a breath of relief.
