Jiang Shu had indeed seen that flash of the golden needle. Without a doubt, for some incautious Martial Artists, Ouyang Jun's move was buried deep enough. Every genius on the Little Dragon Tiger List indeed had their own trump cards. But Ouyang Jun had clearly taken too narrow a path. This kind of tactic was something a Martial Artist resorted to only when left with no other choice. At this stage, what should be sought after was still rapid and vigorous advancement in Martial Arts.
CRACK.
CRACK.
CRACK!
The last layer of sword energy shattered. From within the jade bone, a golden needle swiftly flew out, barely visible in the air as it shot urgently towards Tang Yujian's brow.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Ouyang Jun chuckled softly.
However, just as his laughter emerged and he felt he had succeeded, Tang Yujian in front of him suddenly let out a sinister laugh.
