"36 million!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly with a gloomy expression.
"4—" Ning Wanxi had just uttered the number 4 when two silver flashes suddenly shot out from the middle-aged man's hand. His lips curled into a cruel smile—as if to say, 'Compete with me, and I want you dead!'
The middle-aged man released the needles from his back, thinking surely they would both die. However, he suddenly realized the two Silver Needles disappeared as if into thin air, and Luo Chao subtly turned around, projecting two even faster silver gleams. The sight was shocking to both the middle-aged man and Yang He Ping; they never expected that he could use Silver Needles too!
The middle-aged man and Yang He Ping, caught off-guard, were instantly hit by the Silver Needles. Luo Chao sneered, then turned around once more, thankful that he had discovered the man belonged to the Fatigue Sect; otherwise, he might have fallen prey to a sneak attack.
