What the people of Qingfeng Stronghold didn't expect was...
Shen Lang blew out a light breath, and the white powder thrown at his face suddenly reversed course, instantly scattering all over Qu Rong's face!
However, Qu Rong had surely taken an antidote beforehand every time she used this poison powder, so she wasn't too concerned.
Just slightly startled, she suddenly accelerated her left hand, about to press it against Shen Lang's neck.
A sinister light glinted on her fingernails, which were clearly coated in a deadly poison.
If it broke the skin, the consequences would be severe.
Shen Lang's expression didn't change. His right hand shot up like lightning, instantly clamping down on Qu Rong's left wrist.
CRACK!
Qu Rong felt as if her hand had been caught in a steel clamp. Excruciating pain shot through her, and she couldn't move it an inch!
