In the eyes of others, the exchange between Ye Guichen and Hua Fengnu was but a mere instant.
So much so that many with lower cultivation levels could not even see how they fought.
As the pestle was about halfway to Ye Guichen, it suddenly shot out countless fine needles.
These needles enveloped Ye Guichen like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
Moreover, as the needles were released, Ye Guichen caught a faint whiff of poison.
The fear was that anyone hit, even if not in a vital spot, would be hard-pressed to survive.
"How vicious!"
Yet, how could Ye Guichen possibly fear such petty tricks from Hua Fengnu?
With a wave of his hand.
The profound energy in his hand swept like a storm.
Directly knocking down the needles before him.
However, a dozen or so needles fell in all directions, striking seven or eight people nearby.
Those struck by the needles had no time to react and collapsed to the ground, convulsing, their skin turning jet black in an instant.
