Jing Wuming, who was in mid-air, suddenly had his pupils dilate, and it seemed as though something had pierced through his neck. His figure plummeted to the ground, landing in front of Dugu Wushang, his eyes wide open.
Until his death, he probably never understood how that man dared to make a move at that time, what had struck him, and he wanted to lower his head to see, but he no longer had any strength in his body.
He could only struggle resentfully for a moment before his gaze settled into defeat.
Jing Wuming was doomed to never get an answer. Qin Han didn't even bother to look at him, considering him unworthy of his attention.
But it was at this moment that everyone turned to look at the now-dead Jing Wuming and noticed a silver needle stuck in his neck, still trembling faintly.