Bang!
Bang Bang Bang!
A series of muffled sounds echoed as Bai Xiaofan was forced several steps back by the combined strike of his opponents.
Meanwhile, Toxic Lord's six disciples were also rattled by Bai Xiaofan's palm strike—three were injured and three were repelled!
"Bai Xiaofan brother, what is this for? We were speaking so amicably, why did you suddenly start fighting?"
Toxic Lord gently swayed his folding fan, smiling lightly at Bai Xiaofan, his eyes void of any panic.
"Dare to poison me, you're all courting death!"
Bai Xiaofan casually took out a Detoxification Pill and swallowed it, then furiously stared at the seven people in front of him.
Bai Xiaofan had always been suspicious of the fan in Toxic Lord's hand.
Why did he switch from a longsword to a folding fan after I arrived?
Really just for showmanship?
What the fuck!
Just now, when the two of them drew close, Bai Xiaofan smelled a strange scent emanating from the fan.
