Almost to the point where the mere mention of poison would change one's expression!
Bang!
Clang!
Chai Ling's body couldn't help trembling, the bowl in her hands fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, the pitch-black medicinal juice splattering everywhere.
However, during the process of the bowl shattering, some scalding droplets still splashed onto He Tiantian and Chai Ling's bodies, on their feet.
He Tiantian sucked in a breath of cool air, tch, just some droplets and it hurt so much.
If it had been a whole bowl, all pouring into the mouth, the throat would have really been scalded to the point of smoking.
Fortunately, she had stopped it in time, otherwise, she would have suffered a torturous torment.
"Old Witch, I, I'm going to fight you to the death!"
Chai Ling was a mix of fear and resentment, the hatred in her heart making her momentarily lose her reason.
