The seven-colored carriage stopped and a sharp ray filled with runes came from within, as thin as can be.

Feiyun hurriedly sidestepped and dodged the ray. This turned out to be a crimson needle, around one inch long and as thin as an ox’s hair. 

There were seventy-two formations carved on this third-ranked spirit treasure. His forehead would have been pierced if he wasn’t fast enough. Nevertheless, it left a bloody line on his cheek.

This person seemed to be stronger than White Moon Messenger and hard to deal with.

He wiped the blood off his cheek with his fingers and smiled: “Not bad at all, a well-deserved reputation.”

“Yi Zhenfeng, surrender and I might spare your life.” The wife of Myriad Laws Sect Master sat in her carriage with spirit butterflies circling around her. Her voice seemed pleasant but still...