Ding.
Inside the Fortune God Hall.
Zhang Xuan raised his hand, precisely blocking the dart aimed at him.
The dart was only a hand's distance from his neck, but no matter what, that hand couldn't close the gap.
The two men's arms crossed against each other, their eyes meeting.
"You... you didn't get drunk!!?" Fang Qi's face was astonished, shocked, his arm trembling slightly.
He clearly saw the other finish the entire drink laced with sedative!
How could this be??
How is it possible!?
Taking advantage of Fang Qi's shock and distraction, Zhang Xuan suddenly reached out, his free left hand closing the distance between them, striking him right in the chest.
Bam!
The heavy palm strike hit Fang Qi's chest hard.
Even though Zhang Xuan was no longer at the peak of his youth as a fifth rank, his palm strength was still above the fourth rank level.
That strike broke Fang Qi's chest bone, sending him retreating several meters.
