The night wind howled, carrying threads of winter chill that gradually dried the cold sweat seeping from Bai Dou's body.
"Sir, perhaps there is some misunderstanding between us. I am merely an ordinary man living in seclusion here."
He answered in a lowered voice.
"An ordinary man?" Wei He took a deep breath, catching the faint poison slowly drifting through the air.
"Would an ordinary man use such colorless, odorless poisonous incense? Would he have—" Before he could finish—
Whoosh!
A cold gleam abruptly appeared several inches before him.
Yet the cold gleam hung motionless in midair, rigid and still, as though an invisible force had clamped down on it and gripped it tight, leaving it unable to move.
"Thousand Break Strike!" Bai Dou sprang backward, both hands flashing with a vast swath of white light.
Only when the bald Three Poisons Monk looked carefully did he realize it was not white light, but a mass of silver-white darts reflecting the light.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
A dense storm of concealed darts shot forth, crashing fiercely into Wei He like a tempest.
But it was futile. The force behind these darts was far too weak; every one of them embedded itself in his protective force, unable to advance even an inch.
"If this is all you can do..." Disappointment showed in Wei He's eyes.
"Heart Piercer Consecutive Strike!"
A low shout suddenly rang out.
A red gleam, like a dark crimson meteor flashing through the night sky, tore through the rain-curtain barrage of concealed weapons in an instant. With lightning speed, it ripped apart everything in its path and shot toward Wei He's throat.
The force behind that red gleam was on an entirely different level from the other concealed weapons, as though its speed and power had multiplied