of pain.

Of course, he had no doubt that this was because of Zhao Xiuning's high cultivation level.

A cup of late-stage Yuan Dao bullets is powerful enough to kill a late-stage Tianyuan.

"Yan Ting, when I played the cup, I didn't use my vitality. I just used the strength of an ordinary Yuan Luo, but it was able to hurt you. Do you know why?" Zhao Xiuning spoke again.

Yan Ting shook his head.

"The way you picked it up is wrong. If you don't believe it, you can bounce it back." Zhao Xiuning said with a smile.

Yan Ting was dubious, and grabbed a glass full of wine on the table with his right hand, and threw it towards Zhao Xiuning. The cup rotated clockwise and hit Zhao Xiuning. He used great force, and the cup instantly came to Zhao Xiuning like an arrow.

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Not seeing Zhao Xiuning's vitality, he threw out his right hand extremely quickly. The moment he held the wine glass, his right hand fell to the right. At the same time, his body turned to the right and retreated, spinning twice in mid-air before landing safely.

He stood at the railing again and opened his right hand. The glass was intact and not a drop of wine was spilled.

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