Especially those martial artists at the ninth level, they had a great desire for worldly wealth.
Unfortunately, Xiao Qiang suddenly cleared his throat and said lightly, 'It seems that you all are not going to take my words seriously. But I'd like to know, do any of you feel dizzy?'
Luo Mingzhi was taken aback: 'How did he know?' His head was indeed feeling a bit dizzy, and the dizziness was getting worse. But in order to avenge Meijuan, he was willing to suffer no matter what.
But the others didn't share his sentiments, all shouting, 'Xiao Qiang, what the hell did you do to us?'
Xiao Qiang simply laughed, 'Oh it's nothing much. Just prepared some poison when I was bored, and it accidentally slipped from my pocket. It spilled everywhere.'
Having said that, he casually handed a pill to Miao Yueshan: 'Uncle Miao, here, take this. It's the antidote!'
Xiao Qiang loudly continued, "I've never liked killing, but if you don't leave now, don't blame me for being ruthless."
