Now that the pretense was gone, Zhang Yan hesitated not for a moment. His gaze flickered, and a flash of sword light soared into the sky, striking down.
Xie Ke Ming shouted and conjured several dozen "White Magnetic Gold Needles" from his sleeve to counter the approaching flying sword.
Zhang Yan raised his brows, aware that these could attract sword Qi, so before they collided, he sank the sword force downward to avoid the needles.
Zhou Qingyun had once used these needles against Zhang Yan, but at first encounter, her flying sword was brushed aside. It wasn't because the needles were ineffective, but because she was too focused on cultivating her Dao Technique to master this skill.
Xie Ke Ming, however, was different. He had invested considerable thought into this set of Dharma Treasure. With a slight command, dozens of gold needles radiated light, generating a powerful suction. Even the sword ball, which had gone more than ten feet, was drawn slightly off course.
