Those hundreds of dust threads in his hands seemed to have been infused with life itself; when shot out, each one targeted an acupuncture point on Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong's bodies, and they were more than twice as fast.
Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong had just gone through several battles, their True Yuan and physical strength nearly depleted. They hadn't had time to catch their breath and recover, leaving them at the end of their rope.
Moreover, neither of them could produce a move similar to Fang Bai's "Intercepting Dragon Hand." Seeing a curtain of white rain looming over them, the two couldn't help but show shock on their faces.
Despite their best efforts to dodge, each was pierced by a body full of dust threads, resembling two oversized white porcupines.
Fang Bai's precision in targeting acupuncture points was unmatched. He inserted dozens of silver needles into Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong, each needle sealing an acupuncture point on their bodies.
