You Dare To Kill Me?

At a distance of fewer than three meters, the speed of the 30-plus poisoned bolts was terrifying, and the power they held was shocking. No would have thought that someone could dodge such a dense and sudden attack.

Even if the person sitting beside the table was a god, he wouldn't be able to dodge it.

So he didn't even try to dodge. He also didn't seem to move, but a pair of chopsticks vanished from the container on the table. This pair of chopsticks was held steadily in his hand and began to dance easily through the air as if he was picking out delicious food from nothingness.

The soft tips of the bamboo chopsticks whistled through the air. It was as if it was not a pair of chopsticks but rather an ancient weapon infused with boundless zhenqi.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Like rain hitting a banana leaf.