From Cao Qiu's signal, a middle-aged man behind him, carrying a sword, walked up to Long Chen.
"Begin."
Cao Qiu indifferently ordered.
"Yes."
The middle-aged man aimed at Long Chen's Pipa Bone and viciously stabbed it.
Long Chen could see and feel it.
But the effect of the poison was terrifying; even he couldn't resist it at the moment and felt utterly powerless.
As the sword pierced through the Pipa Bone, Long Chen gasped in pain, and the Spiritual Power inside his body seemed to dissipate.
This feeling was especially terrifying.
If the Spiritual Power dissipated, Long Chen knew he would become utterly useless.
He didn't want this to happen, but for the moment, he was powerless.
Just when Long Chen was near despair, he sensed an unknown power surging within his bloodline, sealing off the Spiritual Power to prevent it from leaking.
Long Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the situation was still extremely dangerous.
