Ning Yu and the Astrologer each set up a layer of barrier, and Jing Shuang set up a third layer; Bai Ruozhu had confidence in all of them.
She didn't rush out of the barrier but instead moved her fingertips, sprinkling the drug powder across.
"You want the 'Poison Classic,' don't you? Then let's see if you have the skill for it." Bai Ruozhu sneered.
"How many more days can a dying person be arrogant?" the Poison Master sneered.
"That's enough to deal with you." Bai Ruozhu's hand unexpectedly extended out of the barrier this time, aiming to grab the Poison Master's neck.
The Poison Master showed a look of triumph; what good were 'Poison Classic' techniques when the opponent was so young—agitated and impulsive.
But his expression changed dramatically the next second; he had underestimated Bai Ruozhu!
Bai Ruozhu's hand seemed to be able to bend, in a bizarre manner grasping his neck, the poison instantly seeping into his skin.
