Lu Qingshan immediately split away from the others and hurried after the black-robed man toward the western city.
Not far behind Lu Qingshan and the black-robed man, another black-robed figure could be seen concealed in the darkness, quietly following them.
They had taken barely two steps when something unexpected happened.
Amid the distant crowd, an old man moved with astonishing agility. In the blink of an eye, he reached Lu Qingshan and thrust out a hand, intending to capture him alive.
"Go!"
Lu Qingshan's heart jolted, but he did not panic.
As he retreated, he ordered the puppet hidden in the darkness to advance and block the old man. As for the puppet beside him, it had been refined by Lu Qingfeng so that he could know Lu Qingshan and Lu Qingyu's safety at any time.
The puppet controlled by Lu Qingfeng was extremely close to the old man. With a step, it moved in front of Lu Qingshan and raised one hand. The Formless Needle shot out—
Silent and soundless, it went straight for the vital point between the old man's brows.
"Hidden weapon!"
"What a worthless trick!"
The old man sneered disdainfully and casually thrust out a palm. Brimming with True Qi, it came crashing down.
The Formless Needle collided with the force of his palm.
"Hm?!"
The instant they made contact, the old man sensed that something was wrong. His eyes widened involuntarily. He wanted to change his move, but it was already too late!
The True Qi covering the old man's palm held for less than half a breath before shattering. The Formless Needle pierced through his palm, veered slightly, and stabbed straight through his left eye!
"Ah!"
The old man had never imagined that such a young boy would have such an expert beside him.