The three masters from Mingwang Pavilion who came, already one had died by Ning Fan's hand, and the remaining Duolong San and Ammon didn't dare to go up one by one, as that would only result in Ning Fan breaking them down individually.
Duolong San's Silencer Gun Barrel emitted flames, the smell of gun smoke permeated the air, and spinning bullets headed towards Ning Fan's head. His other hand, with a bayonet featuring three blood grooves, wasn't slow either, aiming for Ning Fan's neck, ready to cause a huge bloodshed.
Ning Fan bent his body, raising his right hand, and between his five fingers, four Silver Needles were very conspicuous under the streetlight.
Ding Ding Ding!
The Silver Needles knocked the high-speed bullets in the air away; Duolong San watched the scene in disbelief, now gritting his teeth, brandishing the bayonet in his hand towards Ning Fan.
