"Ah! Poison!"
Jiang Hanyun thrust his sword at Qin Wang. Suddenly, his legs went weak, nearly leaving him unable to stand. The inner force in his dantian stagnated, impossible to draw upon, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground.
His three companions also fell from midair, their attack crumbling apart.
"You're the Goat-Faced Man who sold me the Soul Shaking Saber at the black market?"
Qin Wang stepped forward and looked at the lean, masked man in black, beneath whose outer robe was green clothing. He let out a cold laugh. The man's voice sounded somewhat familiar to Qin Wang.
He tore off the man's mask and found an old man with a short beard beneath it.
"Now it's my turn to send you on your way."
Qin Wang stepped on Jiang Hanyun's throat, pressing his face deep into the mud. Terror and despair filled Jiang Hanyun's eyes.
At that moment.
Jiang Hanyun regretted everything beyond measure. He had never expected himself to be so unlucky. It was bad enough that he had encountered someone whose master excelled in poison; this time, he had run into another person skilled in poison.
He had thought he had found a fat sheep, only to become a lamb awaiting the butcher's knife himself.
Jiang Hanyun felt a burst of searing pain, and his consciousness scattered.
A quarter of an hour later.
Qin Wang carried an even larger bundle, unfolded the Flying Eagle Movement Technique, and raced toward Maple Leaf Town.
"Wang Zai, you're finally back!"
When Qin Wang returned to the small courtyard he rented, the lights inside were still on. Qin Xuemei rested her delicate hands beneath her chin as she kept watch beside a sesame oil lamp in the main hall. The moment she heard Qin Wang's voice, she immediately came