"What? Liu Yi!"
Wang Fu cried out in shock.
He never imagined that the trump card Ying Feihang had given him would fail to kill Luo Tian and end up killing Liu Yi instead.
'How could this be?'
He didn't consider the possibility that Luo Tian had changed the Poison Needle's direction.
In his view, Luo Tian had struggled just to dodge the Poison Needle's attack; it was sheer luck. 'How could he possibly have the ability to alter its trajectory?'
Besides, precisely aiming the Poison Needle at Liu Yi would have been incredibly difficult.
"Had a falling out, you two? To think you'd try to kill him!"
Luo Tian mocked with a smile.
'Getting rid of Liu Yi at Wang Fu's hand couldn't be more perfect.'
Now, only Wang Fu remained. His threat was limited, so Luo Tian no longer saw a need to leave.
He executed the Wind Manipulation Technique, his body becoming a gust of wind, a blurry afterimage as he sped away from Wang Fu.
