Yan Hao jolted in alarm and looked up. There, on a distant rooftop, stood a man with a bow and arrow.
It was Wu Liangchen!
Yan Hao never dreamed Wu Liangchen would be the one to save him. He froze for a moment, stunned.
But his reaction was incredibly fast. He snapped out of it in an instant and leaped directly toward the distant group of masked men.
However, the flow of his Qi and Blood, which was usually as effortless as moving a limb, was now stuttering and erratic. As a result, his speed had dropped considerably.
Yan Hao was horrified.
'What's happening? Could I be poisoned?'
'No wonder Dong Zhenlei died so fast. The poison must have blocked his Qi and Blood, slowing his reactions.'
'But after reaching the rank of Grandmaster... while not completely immune to all poisons, ordinary toxins shouldn't be able to harm me.'
