Wu Liangbi was slightly startled, sensing that something seemed to have exceeded his expectations.
With his eyelids slightly lowered, Wang Anfeng said blandly:
"Slap his face."
"Yes!"
Behind him, a sneer appeared on Gu Qinghan's face. Together with Sheng Zhehan, they stepped forward from left and right. Their moves were as swift as the wind and lightning. Wu Liangbi let out a cold humph, ready to fight back. As he raised his hand, he found his qi mechanism had become sluggish, and his head was spinning, overwhelmed by shock.
Poisoned?!
When did it happen?
How could it be?!
Wang Anfeng's eyes remained indifferent, calm and unhurried.
No one yet dared to boast in front of the Legitimate Heir of the Medicine King.
Realizing what had occurred, Wu Liangbi suddenly felt a fiery pain on both cheeks. Before he could regain his wits, his face bore two heavy slap marks.
Gu Qinghan's strike was very heavy.
