Before today, Han Zhan would never have thought that chopsticks could be so lethal.
That is, until today, when he was almost pierced into a porcupine by the countless chopstick shadows.
The Heaven's Origin of the Nuwa Stone cannot decompose large quantities of anything—it requires time.
Han Zhan took a step back, quickly spotting the big bed in the inn's room, and without a second thought, grabbed the huge bed board and shielded himself with it.
Thud thud thud!
The chopsticks relentlessly stabbed into the bed board; under strong inertia, the heads of the chopsticks directly pierced through the board.
Fortunately, the bed at the Nightingale Inn was of decent quality, and the board was thick enough to block the first wave of attacks.
"Why don't you guys fight him? Why are you just targeting me?" Han Zhan couldn't help but shout.
