A Matter Of Principle
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
When they saw the rubble falling from above, the three of them avoided it quickly. Zhuo Junyue had slipped a few metres downwards before he was able to stop when he lost his footing. At this time, the people above them who had deliberately kicked the rubble loose didn't stop but became even more aggressive.
"These people are really wicked." The old man said, frowning. He looked down: "Blockhead, how are you? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Zhuo Junyue responded and continued to climb up.
However, Feng Jiu looked up and her eyes were cold. Her palm moved and a few silver needles shot out of her hands penetrated those people's boots directly and pricked the soles of their feet silently.
"Ssss ah!"