Wang Fu took the ring and walked toward Ye Wudao, step by step.
When he reached Ye Wudao, he opened his palm and held the ring out in front of him.
"This is my Wang family's heirloom!"
"If I give you this ring, will you spare me?"
He looked at Ye Wudao and asked in a humble tone.
Ye Wudao raised an eyebrow and reached for the ring in Wang Fu's hand.
Just as his hand was about to touch the ring, Wang Fu's expression suddenly turned vicious.
Ye Wudao sensed something was wrong and tried to pull back his outstretched hand, while simultaneously pressing down hard on Wang Fu with his mental power.
But he was still a beat too slow.
His hand was only two or three centimeters from the ring. Wang Fu suddenly thrust his hand upward, and Ye Wudao had no chance to dodge.
The next second, Wang Fu was slammed to the ground by Ye Wudao's mental power.
At the same time, Ye Wudao felt a stabbing pain in his palm.
Immediately afterward, his palm rapidly turned black!
"Poison?"
Ye Wudao furrowed his brow as he watched a patch of purplish-black spread rapidly across his palm.
He began frantically circulating the Xiantian True Liquid in his dantian, firmly containing the purplish-black patch in his hand and stopping the poison from spreading toward his shoulder.
When the Xiantian True Liquid touched the poison, his palm actually began to sizzle.
Ye Wudao's expression changed in alarm. The poison could actually corrode Xiantian True Liquid!
Although it corroded it slowly, he could sense the Xiantian True Liquid gradually diminishing.
This was Xiantian True Liquid—not Xiantian True Qi!
He didn't dare imagine what would have happened if he were only in the Xiantian Realm. With Xiantian True Qi's strength,