Shen Xiaolong reacted quickly as well, immediately forcing the poisoned wine out with his inner strength. Yet his head still spun. This poison is vicious. Without the slightest hesitation, he did not stop to confront them. He leaped forward, smashed through the window, and fled.
Liu Changuo, Zhang Ning, and Zhu Bangyi had also attended this banquet. They had intended to bare their fangs after Shen Xiaolong was poisoned, but they had not expected him to realize so quickly that there was something wrong with the wine, much less react without the slightest hesitation.
"Chase him!" Unsure how much poisoned wine he had consumed, they knew that he commanded an elite army. If he escaped, it would surely bring about a tremendous calamity. They drew the weapons hidden beneath the table and pursued him, Murong Fu included.
As for the personal guards Shen Xiaolong had brought to the banquet, they had long since been lured to a secluded place by the guards of the others and dealt with.
Shen Xiaolong had no intention of fighting them. He desperately used his lightness skill to race toward the military camp where his troops were stationed. As long as he made it back to camp, no matter how powerful the others were, they would be unable to do anything to him.
But his vision grew increasingly blurred. He knew perfectly well that circulating his power was driving the poison deeper into his body. Once the poison attacked his heart, not even an immortal could save him.
Yet he could not slow down. He knew that if he stopped and was surrounded by those people, he would certainly die. If he ran for his life, there was still the faintest chance of escape.
"I had heard of drinking poison to quench thirst before. I