Ling Feng's body felt somewhat weak, and with a deathly pale face, he looked at Tian Xing, "Do you think if I beg for mercy, you would give me the antidote?"
"What a joke!" Tian Xing disdainfully said, "I only said it might be possible, but do you have a choice now? Right now, you can't even muster the energy to stand up, let alone fight back!"
Ling Feng coldly said, "Are you insulting my intelligence? Since begging won't get me the antidote, why would I beg? Moreover, who can guarantee that you indeed have the antidote with you?"
Tian Xing pulled a white porcelain bottle from his chest and shook it in front of Ling Feng's eyes, "This is the antidote! If you don't want to die, just beg me nicely!"
Ling Feng licked his lips and said, "This is the antidote? What do I need to do to get it from you?"
