Chapter 117: Tonight of the New Moon! I Will Make Sure You Have No Place to Be Buried! (Please Subscribe)_2

He heard the whoosh of the wind coming from his left, and before he even had to seek out his target, an attack was already launched at him.

The attacker probably thought he, Fan Wu, was from the Qintian Supervisor since he had emerged from their base.

As for that.

Fan Wu didn't dodge or evade.

Clang!!!

The collision, like metal striking metal, sounded abruptly in the dark night, exceptionally clear. Several thin black needles that hit Fan Wu's neck skin were deflected away.

Fan Wu slowly turned his head toward the direction the whistling sound had come from and looked over.

There, several lines of conspicuous attribute information exposed the attacker's position.

Fan Wu walked straight in that direction.

On the other side.

A rogue cultivator's pupils shrank a tad, his face full of disbelief, his heart greatly shocked, 'My Soul-Seizing Mystic Needle can even penetrate iron plates, but why didn't it take this guy down? I hit him squarely!!!'

'Bad news!!!'