Poison needles?!
As Zhuang Jin swept in, his pupils contracted slightly. It was as though he could track the needles' paths through the rain in motion. The five fingers of his right hand turned in midair, leaving afterimages in the dim air as force burst forth. A string of dark poison needles rustled down from the air.
"How is that possible?!" Hou Yong's eyes widened at the sight, as though he had seen a ghost.
These were the Stormy Pear Blossom Needles he had bought at great expense!
According to the seller, even a One Meridian Martial Artist could be severely injured if caught off guard by a sneak attack. Even a Two-Meridian Martial Artist had a slight chance of being hurt if careless. So what the hell was this?
Well, even if Hou Yong were beaten to death, he would never have imagined that his attacker was actually in the Three Meridian Realm—three whole damn realms above him—coming to beat up and bully an ordinary man who was not even a Martial Artist.
No, what had he, Hou Yong, ever done to deserve this?!!!
Bang!
After firing the Stormy Pear Blossom Needles, Hou Yong had no time to react further. He only felt a shadow flash past him, followed by a tremendous force from behind that sent him face-first into the ground.
In that instant, his mind raced. He had always gotten along with people by... no, by bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If he had truly offended any Martial Artists, there was only one. And thinking of that faintly familiar feeling just now, then this person had to be...
"Y-you are... Urgh!"
Before Hou Yong could finish, a foot stomped his head down into a puddle, leaving him unable to utter another word. The suffocating sensation