Bam!
Ni Qiangkun was blasted off the stage, his face full of disbelief.
He spewed a mouthful of blood, and from his left chest, blood gushed out.
The enormous power of Qi Blood surged into the wound in his chest, muscles wriggling, trying in vain to close the wound.
The life force of a Martial Artist in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm is incredibly strong; that punch did not damage his heart. As long as help is timely, he won't die.
"Barely...barely survived..."
Ni Qiangkun felt a wave of lingering fear in his heart.
Tang Weizhong rushed over quickly, taking out an elixir and feeding it into his mouth.
The elixir melted as it entered, transforming into a warm flow that surged to his limbs and bones the instant it hit his stomach.
"I'm not getting involved in this anymore; let's put an end to that matter."
"Your intelligence is off. Where's any sign of poisoning in that guy?"
