Damn it, I've really met a master this time, I shouldn't have come, I might not even make it back now.
Thinking this, the cloaked man stiffened his heart and drew an ancient bronze cylinder from his waist pouch, aiming it at Chen Yang.
Seeing the cylinder, Chen Yang's eyes narrowed and he spoke up, "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle? Are you from the Tang Sect?"
The cloaked man stopped in his tracks, facing Chen Yang and said, "Since you know this is the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, you should also know that no one survives under it! As long as you don't chase me, I might spare your life!"
Chen Yang's eyes flickered, then he smiled and said, "It seems you are not from the Tang Sect, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle in your hand can only be fired once, right? Are you reluctant to use it?"
The cloaked man's body stiffened instantly.
Chen Yang was right, he was not from the Tang Sect. He had tricked the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle from the hands of a disciple of the Tang Sect.
