Chapter 397 Battle Wild Lion

Mie Jiuzi's right arm was sliced off, and his complexion was extremely pale.

However, Mie Jiuzi's attention wasn't on his own injuries at all; his eyes were fixed firmly on Ding Fan.

"How... how is this possible? The fine needles on my long whip were soaked in the poison of the Poison Clam, no one can last more than thirty seconds," said Mie Jiuzi with a face full of disbelief.

At this moment, Ding Fan's face was flushed, looking slightly drunk as if he had some wine, but other than that, there was nothing unusual about him.

In this world, there actually was someone who had been pricked by the Poison Clam-soaked needles and was fine.

While Mie Jiuzi was still in shock, Ding Fan's longsword swung decisively.

Swish... In an instant, Mie Jiuzi's throat was slashed by Ding Fan.

For someone who wanted to take his life, how could Ding Fan possibly spare his?