In an instant, Wang Lin arrived next to Sun Dazhu. His vision flickered, and he lightly patted Sun Dazhu’s chest. Just now, when he drank the tea, Wang Lin instantly noticed that he didn’t really drink it. Rather, he was using the spiritual power within his body to surround the tea.
With that pat, Sun Dazhu’s spiritual power dissipated. The tea immediately exposed itself and quickly dissolved into Sun Dazhu’s body.
His face changed greatly, and it brought a trace of fierceness. He said with severe words, “Wang Lin, what are you doing? You want to kill your master? If you kill me, then the Heng Yue Sect will not forgive you.”
Wang Lin said nothing, and only scanned with this soul. The tea within Sun Dazhu’s body already completely dissolved. Threads of silver string-shaped objects went along his veins and drilled into his head.