"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Zhao Ritian snorted coldly and snapped his Feather Fan shut. With a crisp SNAP, several sharp, silver glints shot out from it.
These were silver needles, coated in a deadly poison!
Kills upon drawing blood!
The silver needles shot toward Jiang Chen at extreme speed, their trajectories unpredictable.
Zhao Ritian wore a smug, cold sneer. "You dare offend me? You're simply courting death."
"Second Young Master is wise and mighty!"
The sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked youth gesticulated wildly, fawning with an excited expression.
Zhao Ritian roared with laughter. "Wise and mighty isn't enough! You have to add 'number one under heaven' as well! Hahaha..."
