The person inside the sedan sighed.
"Is that androgynous freak Long Aotian?"
Zhao Ritian nodded. "Yes."
The sedan curtain suddenly trembled. A silver needle shot out through the gap, trailing an almost imperceptible thread behind it as it flew straight at Long Aotian!
Long Aotian instantly circulated his qi and drew his spear. With a clang, the spearhead knocked the silver needle away.
But the needle seemed sentient. It spun around and flew back at him, aimed directly at Long Aotian's eyeball.
Holding his spear, Long Aotian remained calm. Clang, clang, clang, clang—he continuously knocked the silver needle aside.
Then he deliberately brushed the thread with the spear shaft. With a clever twist, he wound it around several times. The needle at the end instantly lost the guidance of true qi, becoming a lifeless object as it drooped down.
Long Aotian smiled faintly, watching the silver needle hanging from his spearhead sway naturally in the breeze.
At that moment, dozens—hundreds—of threads burst from the gap in the sedan curtain and rushed toward everyone!
Everyone immediately brought out their best techniques and defended themselves frantically.
But everything descended into chaos. The silver needle someone knocked away might fly toward someone else and disrupt their defensive rhythm; even if someone was defending perfectly, a needle knocked over by another person might suddenly come flying in and ruin their rhythm.
In just a few exchanges, the group was nearly all subdued.
Only in front of Lu Chengwen, Liu Rufeng gave a soft shout. "Break!"
A surge of true qi rippled out before her, instantly blasting away every silver needle!
The person inside the sedan uttered a surprised "Huh?" All the threads rose again and flew directly toward Liu Rufeng.
Liu Rufeng's expression turned grave, but she showed no fear. Wielding her longsword, she