"Hehe, it's you who'll die now, not me. Don't you realize that?" Nalan Yanfeng stood not far away, sipping on a glass of red wine as she watched the drama unfold.
Ning Qiankun shook his head, trying to dispel the intoxication from his mind.
In an instant, his hands turned into palms, his Qi sank into his Dantian, and he pressed down sharply, attempting to expel the effects of the Cold Ice Powder with a surge of True Qi.
Whoosh...
However, after several attempts, he met with failure each time, leaving him somewhat disappointed.
As the True Qi he summoned increased, his face grew paler and paler, even his lips turned purple-blue, clearly indicating that the Cold Ice toxin was rampaging through his body, affecting his internal organs and emanating a chilling aura.
Ning Qiankun wanted to use his phone to make a call, but his hand refused to obey, trembling uncontrollably, and even his fingers couldn't bend, let alone dial.
