"Who?"
Hua Wuyi's eyes locked, and with a flick of his wrist, three silver needles shot out from his sleeve.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
With three crisp sounds, all the silver needles were knocked down mid-air by the True Qi that had left the body.
"Who goes there?" Hua Wuyi, twisting his wrist, somehow produced a folding fan, his gaze warily sweeping the surroundings.
Suddenly, he squinted and spotted a figure, flicking his folding fan, it opened like a sharp circular blade shooting out.
With a thud, the decrepit roof above was cut in half by the fan, sending up a cloud of dust, and after a spin, the fan returned to Hua Wuyi's hand.
As the dust cleared, Hua Wuyi's face changed. A Black Shadow burst through the white smoke. He used the folding fan as a weapon, and after pressing some sort of trigger, five sharp blades emerged from the fan bones, directly stabbing at the Black Shadow.
