Nine people at the Mingmu Realm attacked simultaneously, their combined force was comparable to that of someone at the Zhiyi state. If Ling Zhenfei had been alone, his Zhiyi state would have easily allowed him to discern each person's attacking trajectory to dodge, but now, carrying Zhuo Yue, he could not.
Ling Zhenfei, holding Zhuo Yue with one hand, swayed and spun around. As he turned, a streak of Silver Needle shot out from him towards each of the nine attackers around him.
The Silver Needle was fine, but it carried an intense whistling sound as it shot towards the nine people, swift as Lightning, and catching them off guard.
All around, the nine experts of the Mingmu Realm, with their exceptional vision, had been attacking Ling Zhenfei but could also see the Silver Needle he released. Knowing it was Ling Zhenfei's secret weapon, they hurriedly dodged to the side.
