WHOOOOOSH!
A cold, screeching wind swirled around the wrecked roof of the gilded palanquin as Eunuch Cao hovered ten feet above the ground, supported by a cloud of dark-purple Yin-Qi.
Even though Eunuch Cao was a greedy, powdered court schemer, he had survived forty years of bloody palace coups in Golden-Crow Capital for one simple reason: he was a genuine Rank 4 Late (Qi Gathering Stage 8) cultivator!
As his eight Qi whirlpools spun inside his dantian, the temperature on the gravel plain dropped twenty degrees. Frost formed on the grass, and the front rows of underpants-clad soldiers shivered and stepped back ten paces.
“Look Out, Lord Pei!” Sergeant Ma shouted, holding up his bamboo chopsticks in alarm. “That’s Eunuch Cao’s forbidden palace cultivation manual—the Rank 4 Royal Sunflower Yin-Needle Art! Three years ago, when the Southern Sword Sect master tried to assassinate the King, Eunuch Cao turned him into a sieve with ten thousand poison sewing needles in a single breath!”
Hovering in midair, Eunuch Cao’s long white hair whipped around his pale face as he pulled two golden embroidery spools out of his wide sleeves.
Connected to those two golden spools were ten thousand hair-thin steel sewing needles, each one tempered in cold Yin-Qi and dipped in Seven-Day Tongue-Numbing Paralysis Poison!
