"Damn, where did he go?" Master Tie Tu's face was tense, his eyes searching for Ye Wudao's trace, but Ye Wudao seemed to have vanished into thin air.
"Stop looking, I'm behind you!" A cold sneer sounded.
Master Tie Tu turned around, his body trembling involuntarily as a terrifying sense of impending death enveloped him.
His pupils suddenly constricted. It was a silver needle!
Pfft!
The silver needle, like a bullet, easily penetrated Master Tie Tu's brow.
With a "bang," Master Tie Tu's body fell to the ground, a desperate, bitter smile on his lips. To think he was killed by a mere silver needle!
Ye Wudao approached the body, plucked the silver needle from Master Tie Tu's brow with one hand, and wiped the fresh blood off it, saying faintly, "This is the price for threatening my woman!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
"My God, Master Tie Tu has been killed!"
"By a trivial silver needle?!"
"This is unbelievable!" All the martial artists at the scene were shocked.
