The fine, ox-hair-thin steel needles were not numerous, yet they shot forth like powerful crossbows and swift bows, carrying exquisite hidden-weapon techniques and the true qi force of a Heaven-Man cultivator. In an instant, they streaked toward the guards stationed before the mountain wall.
These guards were all quite accomplished, including several Xiantian Experts and even one powerhouse who had achieved Great Success in Primordial Spirit.
Yet before Wen Jingjing's poison needles, they had no power to fight back. The needles instantly pierced the major acupoints within their bodies, and once the poison touched their flowing blood, it erupted at once. More than a dozen corpses were left scattered across the mountainside, their faces blue-green and blood streaming from their seven orifices.
Just as Wen Jingjing sprang out and used her poison needles to kill the Bai family guards, Zhou An and Yu Hui, who had been hiding on the other side and maintaining only a surface peace with Wen Jingjing, struck as well.
Zhou An clenched his hand into a fist and formed a fist seal, launching it at Wen Jingjing. The instant he struck, his curled fingers unfurled. Beyond the fierce force of the punch, a soft, net-like suction force arose—a push and a pull, the Two Extremes Force created by the Little Martial Saint Zhou Tong in his youth.
The dignified Yu Hui revealed a hint of wildness at this moment. With one stomp, she unleashed mountain-shattering force. She shot out like a spring, moving against the chaotic mountain wind, her body swimming toward Wen Jingjing's side like a mermaid in the sea.
She swung her hand like a hammer, her vital energy and blood overflowing and transforming into a blazing furnace that cloaked her body. Her bearing was that of a mad tiger—or rather, a crazed