The next second, three inches above the veins on his wrist, another bout of stabbing pain!
This time, his heart ached and palpitated, and his eyes reddened as his elbow cramped.
He felt an urge to vomit but suppressed it forcefully, to the point where he couldn't speak a word!
It was the poison backlash!
The poison in the palm of his hand had been carried by this stream of icy qi into the Jian Shi acupoint!
"Heh~!"
Another cold snort, and the mute old crone, with her exceptional Qinggong, stood on one foot at the corner of the roof, one hand pressing on the back of the coal carrier.
The martial arts they practiced all originated from the Hundred Medicine Sect, sharing the same source of inner strength.
When she first placed her hand on him, the mute old crone hadn't felt anything amiss.
But just five breaths later, her complexion drastically changed, yet her reaction was extremely fast. She hid her sword in her sleeve and placed her hand on his again.
