Indeed, it's whoever stabs first, kills first.
Without any hesitation, when Patch retracted his hand, he had already grasped something.
The color was a ghostly blue, the surface slick, and it constantly twisted and wriggled.
The tendril was so weak, it resembled a living thread.
Watching this scene, Fu Qian was undoubtedly reminded of the glorious days of vying for the title of King of the White Tower.
It was so similar to what Old Master Lu had shown him.
In fact, it showed that the old master's judgment was spot on; this thing was quite something.
Certainly, in comparison, Lord Pa Qi was even more extraordinary.
No matter what it was, if it could be used, it would come when called.
Neither worried about the consequences nor resorting to deception.
For example, this mass in his hand, it precisely targeted the exact part Fu Qian had indicated.
