The next second, Baochen only felt the world spinning around him.
He inwardly cursed, thinking of mustering Spiritual Power to resist, but suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
At that moment, he had no strength throughout his body, and the Spiritual Power in his Dantian lay dead and dormant, unable to be mobilized even a bit.
Baochen's face drastically changed as his body involuntarily collapsed to the ground.
"Bao'er! What... what are you doing? Quickly give your master the antidote, or else if the Black-clothed Patrol Guards catch us, both master and disciple will undoubtedly die!" Baochen forced a ghastly smile and spoke with a gentle tone to coax him.
He had never imagined that his beloved disciple would turn against him so fiercely at this time. The attack was steady, accurate, and ruthless, almost deadly!
"Master, you shouldn't have recklessly taken my things,"
