Xi Yan gave a cold chuckle. "What could possibly be that formidable?" She assumed Hu Xiaotian was merely trying to frighten her.
"This." Hu Xiaotian produced a Black Box from his sleeve and aimed it at Xi Yan. "You've heard of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, haven't you?"
At the name Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, the color instantly drained from Xi Yan's lovely face. She looked at his hand by the moonlight. The Black Box he held was indeed the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles.
"He gave this to me to deal with you," Hu Xiaotian said. "But I could never bring myself to hurt you. Who knew the falling blossom would yearn for the stream, only for the stream to flow on without a care? Not only are you unmoved by my deep affection, you actually want me dead. Girl, your heart is far too cruel. Since you show me no kindness, don't blame me for showing you no loyalty. Today, these ruthless hands will crush a flower."
Xi Yan nodded slowly. "Hu Xiaotian, do you think you can hit me?"
"I don't know whether I can hit you," Hu Xiaotian said. "But last night, Yan Zhou, an expert serving Li Honghan, couldn't escape my shot. This needle box still has two volleys left. There's less than ten feet between us. Do you think your martial arts will let you dodge both?"
Xi Yan's gaze grew grave. The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles ranked among the seven greatest concealed weapons under heaven, and only the imperial palace of Great Kang currently possessed the knowledge to manufacture them. It was said that even a first-rate expert could hardly escape their deadly fire within ten feet. She had never encountered this weapon before and had no confidence that she could evade Hu Xiaotian's