"You!"
Huaikong pinched the silver needle, crushing it into a ball, his face twitching with anger.
He never expected that what Ren Chunping said was true, that Yang Zongxian, the highly respected Divine Doctor of Cangwu City, praised by everyone, was indeed such a petty man. Clearly, he couldn't save Yu Mo, yet he acted pretentiously, wasting time.
Huaikong pulled out another one!
It was still the same; the part that entered the flesh was gone, and the silver needle stood there only because it was clamped by the skin.
"Fine!"
Huaikong pulled out another one.
Still the same.
"Fine! Fine!"
Having said those words, Huaikong flicked his sleeve and angrily denounced, "Old thief Rong, if I see you again next time, I'll make you and your so-called Kao Shan Sect vanish from Cangwu City forever!"
"I..."
The old man collapsed to the ground, his once spirited face suddenly aged by ten years.
He wanted to speak, but didn't know how to start.
