A Level Higher

Huo Yao glanced at Shangguan Hou's dagger and suddenly laughed. She said, "From the looks of it, you haven't done enough homework about your opponent."

Shangguan Hou frowned. Before he was able to wrap his mind around her words, he promptly sensed a danger coming toward him. He instinctively veered sideways swiftly.

Sadly, he was still too slow. Shangguan Hou sensed a piercing pain in his temple. His eyes constricted as he raised his hand to rub his temple.

He turned his head to check behind and saw a fine silver needle stuck on the discolored wall behind him.

Shangguan Hou put down his hand and looked at the blood on his hand and chills suddenly ran down his back.

Considering the force and aim of her attack, if not for his reflexes and the human skin mask on his face, the silver needle would not have simply grazed past his temple.

Instead, it would have gotten him at the center of his forehead.