"Petty tricks!"
Nangong Wusheng roared, and the flood dragons embroidered on his robes seemed to come alive.
He spread his hands, and dragon-shaped energy surged around him, blasting every flying needle aside.
By then, Cheng Dongnan had already leaped onto another boat.
"Don't let the villain escape!"
Several Black-Clad Guards, eager to claim the credit, gave chase. Then several flying needles flashed through the air. Red dots instantly appeared between their brows, and their faces turned blue-black as they collapsed.
"Fuck!"
Yang Kui and several other recruits at the rear were so frightened that they dropped flat to the ground, nearly losing their grip on their weapons.
"Th-That's still human?"
The young man's heart filled with doubt, even despair.
Before such a Non-Human Existence, what was the martial arts he had always been so proud of worth?
Boom!
Just as Yang Kui began questioning his life, another covered boat exploded.
Cheng Dongnan had once again predicted Nangong Wusheng's landing point and lured him toward a boat loaded with gunpowder.
Nangong Wusheng emerged from the flames once more. More than half his clothes had been burned away, and even his eyebrows had suffered the same fate, leaving him looking thoroughly bedraggled.
"You... have disappointed me too much."
Nangong Wusheng stared at Cheng Dongnan, clear disappointment in his eyes. "The strange arts of the World-Shocking Book should not possess only this much power... This proves only that you are weak!"
"All my life, I have challenged only powerful foes. But today, I can make an exception for you—Strange Art: Flying Dragon Dots Stars!"
The next moment, Nangong Wusheng rapidly tapped the acupoints across his body with his fingers.
In the blink of an eye, every muscle on his body swelled, and his frame abruptly shot up by more than two heads' height!