"There is a poisonous insect in his body. Although Xiaoyinâs venom is potent, it wonât kill him immediately." Tang Wanqian, who had now recovered, opened his eyes. "Moreover, his inner strength has surged, clearly indicating he has consumed some medication for this purpose..." He couldnât help but sigh. "If Iâm not mistaken, it should be a secret medicine from the Tang Sect."
"A secret medicine from the Tang Sect? Are you saying Xiaolun Xiaoyinâs poison might not affect him?" Yang Ruxin frowned.
"The Tang Sectâs secret medicine is also concocted from poisons." Dao Xuzi added, "After the poisons within his body fight against Xiaoyinâs poison, he might become even more formidable."
Everyoneâs expression slightly changed.
"What secret medicine is so powerful?" Yu Qingge couldnât help but ask.
"When the Tang Sect was founded by the ancestor, they concocted it together with the production of poisonous insects. Itâs said to instantly increase a personâs inner strength by several times, but it also has side effects. As for what side effects, itâs not mentioned. Only the sect leader is allowed to take it in small amounts, and it must be integrated with the sectâs exclusive mental techniques... However, Tang Kun does not know the sect leaderâs exclusive mental techniques..." Tang Wanqian sneered, "So, thatâs why heâs gone mad..."
"Then how can we stop him?" Yang Ruxin exhaled. Isnât it said that those who go mad will reverse their meridians and then suddenly die? Why isnât this guy dead yet? And that fellow Ming Guang also went mad but is still living fine.
Tang Wanqian opened his mouth to say something but suddenly widened his eyes, "Watch out," reaching out to pull Yu Qingge backward.
Meanwhile, the recovered Tang Kun suddenly made a move, charging towards Yu Keke. Although he had gone mad, his mind was still fixated.
Yu Keke looked up at the approaching person, eyes wide with horror.
Everyone present was aware of Tang Kunâs madness. Some were timid, but most had a strong sense of justice, so those who could act did so.
Tang Kun, who was hindered, was extremely enraged, his inner strength frightening, roaring and knocking away everyone who attempted to stop him. Ultimately, it took both Ming Yu and Master Wuwang, the old monk, working together to barely stop him.
"Master Ming Guang, wonât you step in?" Gu Qingheng, who had taken medicine to adjust his breathing, had no choice but to look at Ming Guang. "Youâre probably the only one here who can handle that guy."
Ming Guangâs gaze, however, fell on Yang Ruxinâs face.
"If you defeat that man, Iâll cook anything you want to eat." Yang Ruxin sighed. This person seems normal, but often doesnât play by the rules at critical moments.
Ming Guangâs eyes lit up, "Donât trick me."
Yang Ruxin quickly pulled out a sausage from her satchel. "Go on, whatever you want to eat, I have it here." Her space was stocked with all sorts of food, even dishes like boiled fish, steamed eggs, sweet and sour pork, and various dim sum and egg fried rice were laid out in many bowls, all served hot.
Honestly, even if someone wanted a feast now, it could easily be arranged.
"Alright." Ming Guang smiled, took a bite of the sausage, and turned to charge at Tang Kun, engaging him directly with a palm strike.
With a bang, this time Tang Kun retreated two steps, but Ming Guang didnât move.
Ming Yu and Master Wuwang, who were already drenched in sweat from fighting, collectively sighed in relief. If it dragged on any longer, they probably would have collapsed; this guyâs inner strength is terrifying.