"Taiyin Skill!" Qin Feng was terrified with cold sweat. Earlier, he had almost disappeared. If he had been a little slower, he might not have pierced his gaze, but his eyes would be gone!
"Little brother, what are you saying?" Yu Sha chuckled slightly, his friendly expression seemed unaffected by it.
"I just want to show you how special this brush is."
Suddenly, more than a dozen silver needles flew out.
This time, Qin Feng gathered his spirit for twelve minutes, continuously dodging the incoming silver needles, never stopping. During this period, he caught one silver needle with his hand. The strength he contained was so powerful, he feared even a late-stage Spirit Stone master couldn't handle it.
This deep-colored instrument was too dark and poisonous. Behind Qin Feng, many observing disciples were injured by the silver needles, crying out in pain.
