Wang Xiaoqiang stood still, body condensed, a cold gleam in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips. Before those hundred-plus experts could dive down, his brow twitched, and seven strands of Divine Sense shot out, blasting toward the seven who had rushed down first. Those seven experts raised their own Divine Sense to block.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~
The powerful Divine Sense was formless yet seemed tangible, tearing through the air with fierce sonic booms.
But before the Divine Senses on both sides could collide, Wang Xiaoqiang's Divine Sense suddenly detonated with a bang, scattering into a rain of needles that poured down toward the seven experts' heads and faces.
Caught completely off guard, those seven were struck by Wang Xiaoqiang's Hundred Miles Killing Technique; their heads and faces were riddled with dozens of bloody pinholes, dense and shocking to behold. What was even more terrifying was their screams—shrill and miserable, like pigs being slaughtered.
