No Antidote

Feng Jiu gave him a cursory glance before tapping the major acupoints on Pei Zixuan's body. After Mu Ling and others took over to support him, Feng Jiu glanced at the man on the ground. 

"Take out the antidote."

Her voice was soft, but imposing, with an inexplicable aura of authority that made people around them speculate on this person's identity.

Even though the young man in white was wearing the Blue Star Immortal Sect's robe, his imposing Strong Exponent's aura made them hesitate. Were all Blue Star's disciples this powerful? Could a single blow send a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator flying?

"Antidote? There's no antidote!"

The man on the ground answered as he stared at Pei Zixuan coldly. "You will die for sure!"

Guo Ziqi and others could not help but feel anxious after hearing this. There's no antidote? What should they do? Was this poison extremely lethal? Would Senior Brother Zixuan die here?

"No antidote?"