The three blackened needles sliced through the air with a faint, venomous hiss.
They were two inches from Grandmaster Huo Zhen’s eyelashes.
In the elevated VIP box, Alliance Chief Lei Ba leaned forward against the velvet rail, his mouth opening in a savage grin.
He expected to see the old master collapse, clawing at his blinded eyes in agony.
Beside him, Patriarch Murong tapped his fingers in quiet satisfaction.
Grandmaster Huo did not even blink.
His restored internal qi flashed through his meridians like a bolt of golden lightning.
His right hand snapped up, his fingers blurring under the harsh stadium floodlights.
