Hit the Wrong Person

With just one sentence, the group of five was enraged.

The slightly plump man flipped his palm, and a palm-blade appeared in front of everyone.

The blade was sharp and shaped like a willow leaf. There was also a blue light flashing on the blade.

It was obvious that there was poison on the blade.

The palm blade spun in the man's hand, and the blade's light seemed unusually fierce.

He took a step forward and slashed his palm toward Xu Wenping's throat.

As the blade flashed, it was like a bolt of lightning in the darkness. In an instant, it arrived in front of Xu Wenping.

As he attacked, the other three also attacked.

The old man stretched out his hand and pressed down on Xu Wenping's head like a ghost.

The thin and tall man held a weapon that looked like a knitting needle in his hand and stabbed it toward Xu Wenping's heart.