Just as the middle-aged man struck towards Mu Weishuang, Mu Weishuang made her move.
In the middle-aged man's eyes, filled with disbelief, dozens of tiny hidden weapons suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Like a torrential rain of flower needles, they instantly pierced the young man's body, making squishing sounds.
By the time Mu Weishuang backed up a few meters and steadied herself again, the middle-aged man was slowly lowering his head to look at his chest!
On his white martial arts robe, a small blot of fresh blood began seeping through, slowly at first, then quickly, turning the entire white robe red.
Immediately, Mu Weishuang snapped her fingers, causing the middle-aged man's body to gently collapse to the ground.
This scene was so sudden that everyone was caught off guard.
Especially Wang Jun and his group, their faces looked like they had seen a ghost.
