Chapter 1672: Face-slapping, Round 2 (2) However, as soon as she spoke, Sefiro realized that something was wrong. She felt a cool sensation on her neck, and it began to hurt. She touched it and felt something sticky on her fingers. She then smelled blood. When she saw her hand, she almost fainted. “Blood, blood, blood... There’s so much blood!” Sefiro went pale. She stared at Feng Wu with an astonished look in her eyes. “You, you —” She only felt the wound on her throat when she saw the blood. The fear of losing her life then overwhelmed her. It hurt... Sefiro wanted to say something, but she then realized that she couldn’t speak. She felt the cut on her throat, and her difficulty in breathing made her shake from head to toe. Clapping her hands, Feng Wu stood up and looked down at Sefiro with a smile. “Very impressive assassination skills.” Sefiro had almost gotten her. Sefiro covered her throat, but the blood kept oozing out, and she couldn’t stop it. Soon, the blood turned green. As time went by, the green turned darker until it was an inky green color. Sefiro panicked and fumbled in her sleeves and pockets for something, but she just couldn’t find it in her panic-stricken state. “Antidote, where’s my antidote?” Her blade was covered with poison, and judging from how panicked she was, it had to be a lethal one. Sefiro was so nervous that she threw everything in her sleeves and pockets onto the ground. There was a mirror, a makeup box, a comb... and a bunch of other bits and bobs. With a wave of Sefiro’s hand, she bushed everything aside. Soon, she found a porcelain bottle the size of a finger. When Sefiro saw the small bottle, she jumped at it as if seeing her savior. However — Feng Wu had almost been killed by Sefiro just then, so of course she wouldn’t let that happen. With a wave of her sword, the small bottle flew through the air and rolled down the slope. “You —” Sefiro stared at Feng Wu with hatred, as if she wanted to pierce Feng Wu with her bloodshot eyes. But Feng Wu only patted her hands clean and smiled casually. No matter how hard Sefiro stared at Feng Wu, there was nothing she could do. She had to run after the bottle first. After all, the most important thing was to stay alive. The bottle rolled down the slope, at the end of which was a cliff. There was no time for Sefiro to get it by foot, so she jumped off the horse and rolled down the slope. When she finally caught the bottle, half of her body was over the cliff. That was close — There was no time to open the bottle, so she crushed it and poured the white powder on the wound on her throat. “Cough, cough —” Because she was in such a hurry, Sefiro took a deep breath and choked on the powder. She coughed so hard that she thought she was going to cough her lungs out. Phew — Sefiro was finally relieved after using the antidote.