Bab 157: Chapter 157: Poverty Has Limited My Imagination 

After slashing seven or eight times, the golden-armored general collapsed onto the ground and began spitting out foam. 

There would definitely be side effects if he wanted to force things, and now the side effects had started to kick in. 

Seeing this, Chen Chen was shocked. He was the leader of a group of low-ranking cultivators below, and hence, must not die. 

With that thought in mind, he immediately leaned over to help the golden-armored general get up.

"Are- Are you okay?" 

The golden-armored general was spitting foam with a grave expression, but he couldn't say anything. However, he was cursing in his heart. 

'If you had struck earlier, I wouldn't have ended up in such a plight! Now you're asking me if I'm okay? I lost half of my fortune for nothing and I even have to suffer the side effects of this pill. How can I be alright?!'

Seeing the miserable look in the general's eyes, Chen Chen immediately understood what was going on.