Black needles suddenly erupted and had been well hidden before, suddenly piercing into Wuchang's soul sea and tearing open a black rift.
Puh-chi!
Wuchang's soul was suddenly injured and he involuntarily spat out a gush of fresh blood, then was sent flying, caught by the Half-Saint Black Flood Dragon and the Half-Saint White Dragon.
After spitting out another bout of blood, Wuchang looked at Ye Xuan with disbelief, his gaze impossibly icy, "Dammit, you brat dared to scheme against me?"
He could not have imagined that under such circumstances, Ye Xuan would dare to launch a sneak attack on him, which was simply suicidal.
"I was merely playing along with you all, who knew it would be so easy to succeed."
Having launched the Shadowless Divine Needle to injure Wuchang, Ye Xuan quickly retreated, returning to the forefront of the Xuantian Sect crowd.
