"Fellow martial artists, the witch here is no longer armed with poison, we needn't be on guard, let's attack together!"
The martial artist who had gone next door for cooking oil shouted loudly and then plucked the silver needle from his palm, flinging it towards Meng Yuexue's direction with force.
The previous martial artist had merely touched the corpse of one who died at Meng Yuexue's hand and had died from the poison immediately, but now this person had been pricked by a needle and seemed unaffected. Seeing this, everyone relaxed and promptly, two martial artists, confident in their abilities, stepped out from the crowd with their weapons, each showing off their prized martial arts skills as they charged at Meng Yuexue.
The other several people were more cautious, knowing the prowess of this masked young lady. They didn't approach but instead retreated swiftly, taking out their hidden weapons and with a flick of their wrists, they threw them towards Meng Yuexue.
