1382 The Peculiarity of Master Xiu Wuzi

Luo Heng's face turned pale and he screamed: "Not forwards, backwards, backwards!"

He didn't want to die! As an early-stage Golden Core Cultivator, there was no way he would be able to defeat a Peak-stage Golden Core Cultivator. If he had stepped forwards knowing full well he was not his opponent, he would only face death. 

"Go to hell!"

The man with the disheveled hair thrust a knife forwards, and at the same time, sprinkled a handful of powder from his hand. At that moment, there was a loud scream, Luo was only able to take a quick glimpse before he kicked something under his feet and fell forwards. 

At the same time, Feng Jiu shot a silver needle out of her hand. When the man sprinkled the powder, he hadn't expected this move from Feng Jiu. He snorted and stared at Feng Jiu with his crazy eyes instantly. 

"Ah!"