Impossible! Though his kungfu was special and required women's original Yin to strengthen it, Black Butterfly was brimming with spirits. How could mere evil ghosts come up to him? He abandoned all sorts of distracting thoughts, understanding that he had encountered a top master!
He raised his right hand and threw it backward, spewing white smoke from the sleeve that shrouded his surroundings.
Under his tongue was an antidote pill. He was sure that the master behind him would go limp and fall to the ground instantly.
Black Butterfly had learned the Bone-weakening Mist from a certain script. Even those on the Ranking List of Young Masters would go weak in the limbs after just a whiff!
He heard no sound of something heavy falling to the ground and neither did he felt like someone was behind him. A cool breeze grazed his neck again, freezing his arteries and veins.
