Nangong Jue stared intently at the smiling fox mask, squeezing two words through his teeth:
"Despicable!"
But the man responded with laughter, "All's fair in war, who's to blame for being foolish?"
Nangong Jue gritted his teeth, channeling his Inner Strength into his palm, and struck out towards him.
However, the strike did not harm the man in the slightest. Instead, Nangong Jue spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, feeling a surge of vitality overwhelming him, as if his insides were ablaze.
Especially his heart, which felt as though an iron hand was gripping it tightly, causing a heavy, suffocating pain.
Nangong Jue was startled: This poison... could it be?
As if seeing through his thoughts, the lazy voice of the man in the red robe drifted in the wind.
"If you do not want your blood to reverse and your meridians to rupture and die, it would be best not to rashly use your Inner Strength within six hours."
