"Are you alright?" Ye Wuming asked anxiously.
With a light tap of his foot, he caught Zhang Xiaohao's flying body in his arms.
"I'm fine! It's just a minor injury," Zhang Xiaohao said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Eh! You're actually not dead? Hmm? What's with the black light on your body? Tell me, what is the body refinement technique you're cultivating?" Hui Zhen said with a frown.
"Wanna know, bald donkey? I'm not telling you!" Zhang Xiaohao declared.
He flipped his palm and pulled out a set of silver needles.
A cold gleam flashed in his eyes as he swiftly inserted six silver needles into the major acupoints on his chest.
"Hmm!"
He was performing the Heaven-defying Twelve Needles in reverse, and furthermore, he was using six needles at once.
The intense backlash caused Zhang Xiaohao to groan in pain, his face marred by bulging veins that formed a straight line.
Just imagine the pain of using six silver needles at once!
