The Golden Needle was invisible, its speed so fast its trajectory was impossible to follow. Feng Jinchuan had also concealed its aura, making it nearly impossible to detect under normal circumstances.
He was counting on a surprise attack; once the Golden Needle was upon him, Feng Youming would have no choice but to use a Spell to defend himself.
All he had to do was wait for the outcome.
In the blink of an eye, the Golden Needle closed in without a sound. Song Wanning was still exchanging blows at high speed with the Peng Clan Leader when her Divine Soul suddenly sensed something amiss. Her eyelid twitched.
'Another hidden weapon!'
'That Feng Jinchuan just won't give up!'
She frowned, and without a second thought, she changed her stance. Shifting her fist into an open palm, she slapped it viciously toward the Peng Clan Leader's face.
SLAP—
The Peng Clan Leader took the full force of the slap, the impact so hard he saw stars.
