After Tang Yuqing finished speaking.
Guan Chenyang, Lü Buku, and Yan Huai seemed to come back to their senses as well. They looked toward Li Zhōujūn, who appeared to be in agony, yet had a ruddy complexion.
"He... he couldn't have been pretending to be poisoned, could he?" Lü Buku swallowed.
"Impossible. The way he's been drinking this poisoned wine, even someone at the Seventh Turn of the Dao Accomplishment Realm would drink himself to death. Only an expert at the Ninth Turn of the Dao Accomplishment Realm could ignore this poison. He can't really be at the Eighth Turn of the Dao Accomplishment Realm, can he?!"
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Yan Huai fixed his eyes on Li Zhōujūn. "If he really were at the Eighth Turn of the Dao Accomplishment Realm, he should have noticed the poison in the wine at a glance. Would he still have wasted so much time with us?"
Guan Chenyang nodded. "Junior Brother Yan Huai is right."
Whoosh—
Just then, a faint sound of something slicing through the air rang out. Immediately afterward came a "pfft." Lü Buku's eyes flew wide as he clutched his neck. In the next moment, fresh blood gushed continuously through the gaps between his fingers.
The sudden scene left everyone present dazed for a moment.
Whoosh—
Just then, another sound of something slicing through the air rang out. A streak of cold light shot toward Guan Chenyang's neck.
But Guan Chenyang seemed to have anticipated it. He shifted to the side, raised his hand, and caught the streak of cold light between two fingers. When everyone looked closely, they saw that the cold light was a tiny silver needle.
"Senior Brother, the needle is poisoned! Touching it means certain death!" Tang Yuqing hurriedly shouted.
Guan Chenyang's expression