Lu Sheng couldn't figure it out. Li Chang'an had obviously been hit, so how was he completely unscathed?
But Li Chang'an clearly had no intention of explaining.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent the three darts held between his fingers flying straight at Lu Sheng. "I wonder," Li Chang'an said coolly, "if you can neutralize the poison on your own darts."
His fingers were long and powerful.
He threw the darts with a speed that far surpassed Lu Sheng's.
Lu Sheng sensed the danger and frantically twisted and dodged with all his might, but he only managed to evade a single dart.
The other two struck him in the chest and an arm.
Lu Sheng's expression turned foul as he stared at the poisoned darts embedded in his body.
But he didn't dare delay for a single moment. The poison had been personally concocted by his master, and its effects were no laughing matter.
Without the antidote, it would kill a person in a matter of breaths.
