Shen Zhou waved his hand, and the shimmering, exceedingly sharp sword vanished without a trace.
The sword was none other than the one he had conjured from the Human Needle of the Ancient Three Needles.
No matter how powerful, resilient, or fierce the Yanluo Silk was, capable of effortlessly slicing off the roof of an off-road vehicle and killing many people, so what?
Under the might of the sword formed from the Human Needle, it still stood no chance.
Shen Zhou stood there with his hands behind his back, a smile of utter disdain on his face.
Hei Dalong, standing more than three meters opposite him, was deathly pale, his body trembling slightly.
The people around hadn't seen clearly what had just happened.
All they saw was Hei Dalong, who had been brimming with murderous intent and had vowed to kill Shen Zhou, standing there stupefied.
