The tall old man dragged a Huang Family man over and used him as a shield.
The young man was terrified out of his wits and shouted:
"Fifth Elder, no, don't!"
"To die for the family, you are worthy."
The tall old man spoke.
Before the young man could answer, the third barrage of Rainstorm Needles shot forth.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The Rainstorm Needles fired out in a dense, rain-like barrage.
The young Huang Family man coughed up blood, his back riddled with holes as blood streamed down it. In the end, he vomited blood and died.
The tall old man had also survived by sheer luck using this method.
The three rounds of Rainstorm Needles took around six seconds.
Yet in those six seconds, they slaughtered a large number of Gu insects, Soul-Devouring Gu, and eight or nine Huang Family disciples, while severely injuring one Huang Family elder.
Moreover, Aunt Tang's Rainstorm Needles had fired in a completely different manner from what I had imagined.
I had thought they were some sort of traditional hidden weapon, firing dense, high-speed steel needles through a mechanism in an instant.
Now it seemed my knowledge had been too limited.
The Tang Clan had combined talisman arts with ancient hidden-weapon techniques to create such a peculiar weapon.
No wonder the Tang Clan had maintained its footing in the Feng Shui world for so many years. If I had faced an attack like that just now, I would have had almost no chance of survival without the Black Umbrella.
Not only me—even the well-traveled Mao Jing was left gaping in astonishment.
Zhang Yuchen and Pan Ling both sucked in sharp breaths as well. The attack was simply too shocking.
It lasted a full six seconds. It was downright terrifying...
After the Rainstorm Needles