C175 Three Styles of Deicide

Xiao Xuan's mouth twitched, but he did not say anything, his fingers skillfully twirled the silver needles, and quickly pierced a dozen of the silver needles into Yuan Wuhen's body.

The smile at the corner of his mouth revealed a strong sense of confidence, making people unconsciously become infected.

The brothers who were guarding the side were dumbstruck. It wasn't that they