Hate Water Went to Rest, Flowing Water Stayed Safe

"Pfft..."

While still in the air, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

A terrifying Sword Qi had already slashed to within three feet of the old man, but suddenly stopped, as though an invisible giant hand had clamped around its throat.

Xiao Henshui, still in midair, faltered for a moment, then dropped heavily to the ground.

In Wang Xian's eyes, the old man had simply held back at the last instant.

Otherwise, Xiao Henshui would have been splattered with blood on the spot. Wang Xian hadn't expected the old man to let the man off.

"You old bastard, you actually poisoned me..."

In an instant, Xiao Henshui's face changed dramatically. He slowly got to his feet and pointed at the old man, but couldn't help glancing toward Wang Xian in the night.

Seeing the blood splattered across Xiao Henshui's chest, the old man's expression changed, too.

Even though his cultivation far surpassed Xiao Henshui's, he had been poisoned too deeply. At this moment, he was no match for the man.

Otherwise, Xiao Henshui wouldn't have followed him all this way, waiting until tonight to strike.

No, the old man was deeply shaken, too.

He wouldn't dare claim he could survive Xiao Henshui's poisoned wine, yet the young man before him hadn't reacted at all.

"Why are you all right?"

As soon as Xiao Henshui finished speaking, his face contorted, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The old man knew what that meant!

Though Xiao Henshui's cultivation realm was beneath his, the man, whose entire body was steeped in poison, still made the old man wary. After all, no one in the world could resist the Nine Nether Heartbreak Grass.

Not even someone with cultivation like his.

"I told you something, but you didn't seem to believe me!"