"Who sent you?"
Xiao Ran thrust his spear forward, spear light flickering ceaselessly, stabbing at the old man's abdomen.
"Pfft!"
A cloud of white mist swept forth.
The old man suddenly scattered it.
In the martial world, he naturally had his own means of self-defense.
The white mist was a special Zombie Powder.
Released at close range, its effect was extremely powerful.
Xiao Ran felt his vision obscured.
He hastily shifted the spear technique from attack to defense, executing a Sweeping Thousand Soldiers, dispersing the white mist.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Bao Longwei's body technique was exquisite, as if he was gliding over the white mist.
Three poison needles shot out again.
Years shackled at the Grade Two Peak in cultivation with no breakthrough, he had learned to take it easy, focusing all day on studying hidden weapons and poison needles—finally useful tonight.
Poison darts and poison needles flew together.
