"Hmph, Netherworld, even if I'm very sincere now, you probably don't have any combat strength left," Feng Qing said with her head lowered.
Upon hearing this, Netherworld was slightly stunned. His voice was low. "What do you mean?"
Before he could finish his sentence, his vision darkened. He subconsciously took two steps back. An excruciating pain suddenly rose from his ribs. Netherworld held his left rib and looked at Feng Qing in surprise.
"Hehe, how is it? It feels good, right?" Feng Qing teased. "There's no need to panic. The reason why it hurts is because it was bitten by my poisonous bugs. These bugs don't burrow into your body, they will die in a few seconds after biting you."
"As expected of Mr. Qingyi, you really live up to your reputation. Not only do you know how to use poison powder, but you also know how to breed poisonous bugs. In that case, I've already been poisoned?" Netherworld rubbed his ribs and spoke with an incomparably cold voice.
