The horrifying footsteps

Looking at his fist swinging at her, her glance turned chilly and her smile hostile. "I've always been the one who considers whether anyone was good enough or not. No one ever dared to think I wasn't adequate. So, you want to touch me? You're far from qualified."

As soon as she spoke, a silver needle darted out of her hand and shot into the middle-aged man's acupoint. Bang! He fell down with just one shot.

Others were startled. When they were just about to come forward, they heard Feng Jiu spoke.

"Don't you want to get in? I'll let you enter that place." She looked at Du Fan at her side, "Throw someone in for me."

"Yes." Du Fan responded, then carried the man who fell on the ground earlier and swept up the mountain. The people behind them saw this and stared at Feng Jiu with a frown and a foul expression.