Yun Feiyang fell from the sky, feeling weak all over, and couldn't help but look at Wufu: "You betrayed me!"
"So what if I betrayed you? You're worth five hundred thousand taels at least!" Wufu chuckled: "If I hadn't betrayed you, wouldn't I have fallen for your Poison Palm?"
"Poison Demon Palm, that's an evil technique. If struck, the poison entangles the body, and you won't survive a month." Ren Zhengyang said with a pale face: "Who would have thought that the esteemed Cloud Fort's chief disciple would practice an evil technique."
"Hmph, do you think a mere Soft Muscle Powder can trap me? You... ugh!" Yun Feiyang spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This isn't just Soft Muscle Powder; it's also Skill-Dispersing Powder. The moment you circulate energy, you're... in for it!" Wufu raised a hand: "Catch him and claim the reward!"
Hoo Die leaped forward, tapped several acupoints on Yun Feiyang, and pushed him towards Chi Yi and the others: "You carry him."
