Jiang Bohong glanced at them, his face devoid of expression. "Turning on me?"
Zhao Tieying snorted. "Did you really think I took that Anti-Miasma Pill you gave us?"
As he spoke, he held up the Anti-Miasma Pill Jiang Bohong had tossed them.
"Is that the best scheme you could come up with, you old bastard?"
Yue Mountain also took out his Anti-Miasma Pill and crushed it to dust.
Clearly, they hadn't taken Jiang Bohong's Anti-Miasma Pill.
Watching the scene unfold, Jiang Bohong showed no annoyance at his plan's failure. Instead, an even more sinister smile crept onto his face.
"Hehehe..."
He let out a low chuckle. "Younger Brother Zhao, Younger Brother Yue, you have traveled the Jianghu for many years. Such caution is rare indeed. You didn't swallow my elixir. Very good, very good..."
Before he could finish, the color drained from Zhao Tieying's face!
His body, which he had been forcing to stand upright, swayed violently as a wave of paralysis shot through his limbs!
