Feng Luotian remained surprisingly composed even after receiving a Puppet Mark, while his comrade was slowly succumbing to the effects of the poison.
Ouyang Xun hadn't anticipated that a young man of around fourteen years old would possess such strong mental fortitude.
"That's enough. I'll handle the rest." Luotian softly mumbled under his breath.
As a One Wing Master, Ouyang Xun caught his comment and chuckled: "Do you still believe you have a chance to turn the tide around?"
Luotian's lips curved into a confident smile as he casually replied: "Yes. I believe it'll all be over in just a few minutes."
"Hahaha."
"This is hilarious."
"There's no escaping from Senior Ouyang's Puppet Mark, brat."
"It will be over in just a few minutes? No, it'll be over in just a second once Senior Ouyang curses you to kill yourself."
"Please do it, Senior Ouyang."
The mercenaries laughed. They had seen Luotian fight, but not with all the strength he could bring to bear.
