The flying needle was soundless, leaving no trace behind.
The one who struck understood well that Su Mo possessed supreme martial arts, and on top of that a Vajra Physique of Divine Skills; one could say his abilities were vast and boundless, rare under Heaven.
To kill him was nigh-impossible.
There had already been several attempts before this.
First the Shimeng Flag went out and never returned, then the Snake Ghost Flag and Dragon Blood Flag were put to the torch; the forces gathered before Cui Xin Temple could have razed cities and seized lands, yet they had not the slightest way to deal with him.
But now, a truly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had appeared.
Within the Martial God Temple, before that single Martial Character, all the experts raised their heads to gaze up, falling into a meditative state, perceiving the true essence of Martial and seeing their own selves clearly.
