Hu Chai is shocked. In a hurry, he raises his left hand, draws a big black circle in front of him, and slaps his palm on the circle, transforming the big black circle instantly into countless small black dots moving like tadpoles.

Those tadpole-like dots seem to be lively and meet the thirty-six silver needles that Li Yong flings at Hu Chai. Under the effect of those black dots, some silver needles lose their direction. Even so, a few silver needles are piercing into the edge of ...