But this time was different. Just as Chen Tianlong threw this punch, he had already tossed three silver needles, which at this moment transformed into nine. It was apparent that he had activated the second form.
Shangguan Hong's eyes widened. What on earth was happening? This technique was genuinely serious. Could it be that this kid really knows the Soul-Stealing Three Needles?
"Boom!" Another loud crash, this time, Shangguan Hong was inexplicably hit in the chest by Chen Tianlong. It was simply because he was too busy dodging the nine silver needles, naturally overlooking Chen Tianlong's fist.
Looking at the large chunk of his shirt now torn by Chen Tianlong's punch, Shangguan Hong's eyes widened. The power was evidently much stronger than before—if Chen Tianlong had used such a move in the past, not to mention damaging his clothes, he wouldn't have been able to touch him at all.
"You... hey, it's all because I was careless."
