Fifteen minutes later, although he took the pill to stimulate his potential, in terms of actual strength, Tang Fengxiao was still no match for the man known as the group leader.
Thud. When the leader's palm struck Tang Fengxiao's chest, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Tang Fengxiao onto the ground, and his body crashed heavily onto the ground.
"You should know by now that you're no match for me!" The man sneered faintly. "I'll give you one more chance. Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you live!"
"Bah!" Tang Fengxiao spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva and sneered coldly. "Hand over the antidote? Dream on."
The man shook his head. "Then I suppose there's no choice. If you're asking for death, I'd be glad to grant it."
At that moment, a chilling aura emanated from behind Tang Fengxiao.
"What a big talker. Do you truly think my people are yours to kill?" A cool voice echoed, followed by a graceful figure stepping in front of Tang Fengxiao.
