Liu Wentian, with the Silver Needle in his hand, suddenly stabbed it into Yasa's neck.
Yasa was startled into a jump, his mouth opened as if to scream loudly, but then, to his horror, he found he couldn't make a sound at all!!
Yasa's face showed terror. His eyes were wide open, his mouth agape as if desperately trying to scream, but eerily, there was no sound.
"What have you done?? What is happening??" Yang Zhiyuan was stunned by this scene; at this moment, Liu Wentian, in his eyes, seemed shrouded in a layer of mystery, instilling him with fear.
Liu Wentian did not answer, and the Silver Needle in his hand struck Yasa again, not at his throat this time, but at his heart.
Yasa's body suddenly trembled, feeling as if he had been thrown into a frying pan, plunged into Hell.
His eyeballs protruded, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground, seeming to lack even the strength to move, with no struggle, no shrieking.