Under the influence of the Absolute Poison Gang, Ye Fan felt dizzy, his vision blurring.
At that moment, Mo Yichen lunged, thrusting a poison-laced dagger toward Ye Fan's neck.
"Not good!"
Ye Fan shook his head sharply to stay conscious, then shot out his right hand and seized Mo Yichen's dagger. Mo Yichen couldn't break free. In that fleeting instant, the blade had nearly pierced Ye Fan's weakest point, and cold sweat streamed down his back. Then, Ye Fan sent him flying with a punch, causing him to spit blood.
But Mo Yichen didn't fall into despair or even become solemn. On the contrary, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He laughed mockingly at Ye Fan. "Not bad, not bad. A very fun game. Did you really think you could act so recklessly just because you blocked my poison technique for a moment? You're wrong. Next, I'll show you what it means to be the King of Poisons!"
