C1892 Straight Punch(1)

Zhao Er stabbed out with a sharp dagger. Under the dim light, the edge of the dagger flashed with a faint black light.

At this time, those familiar with Zhao Er knew that on this sharp dagger, there was a deadly poison.

An ordinary martial artist, even if their cultivation was slightly higher than Zhao Er's, would not be able to withstand a single blow from this dagger