"Alright, I've noted it down."

Zhu Qiang, burning with rage, bellowed at Ling Zhenfei, "Ling Zhenfei, it's you again! What a small world to encounter such an enemy. Why did you have to be so utterly ruthless during your two intrusions into the Imperial Palace Club?"

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Do you really think I enjoy visiting your Imperial Palace Club? All I did was forced upon me by you. First, you issued the Black Death Order, which led to Zhuo Yue's tragic death, and if I hadn't been so lucky, I would've died as well."

"Then, still not satisfied, you directly hired assassins to kill me, with a hefty price tag of twenty million; you must be very rich indeed. But here I am, still alive; if that's not being forced by you, then what is? If I don't deal with you first, I'll be the next to die."

"Ling Zhenfei, I am willing to apologize to you and to offer you a large sum of money, enough for you and this beautiful policewoman to live in seclusion for the rest of your lives. Just let us go, and I can fulfill any desire you have," Zhu Qiang said earnestly.

Ling Zhenfei laughed again, "You really are rich, but sorry, not everyone in this world is interested in your stinking money. Today, you will surrender quietly, otherwise, Feng Kai will be your example."

"Go to hell! Don't think just because you're powerful you can do whatever you want. I, Zhu Qiang, won't fall for your tricks. If you don't want to let us go, today you'll get a taste of how formidable my magic artifact is." With that, Zhu Qiang actually took out a sphere.

Ling Zhenfei was shocked and didn't know what Zhu Qiang could possibly have up his sleeve, but seeing the sphere, he was taken aback. The Northern Spiritual Energy emanating from it was incredibly powerful, to the point where he felt the sphere was a mass of Northern Spiritual Energy itself.

Knowing that this object was no ordinary one and hearing Zhu Qiang mention a magic artifact, could it be that such things truly existed in this world? They would be incredibly rare.

In the Ancient Era, when cultivators were numerous, battles between them were frequent, sometimes escalating into large-scale mayhem and leading to wars involving cultivators.

As these battles grew more brutal, many cultivators began cultivating powerful Magic Artifacts in order to gain an advantage, giving rise to the fabled magic artifacts.

Magic artifacts all possessed formidable powers; some cultivators spent their entire lives Refining one, which could eventually develop a mind-link and, naturally, its power was staggeringly immense.

Depending on their attributes, magic artifacts were divided into various tiers, commonly categorized by Heavenly, Earthly, Mysterious, and Yellow, with each category having upper, middle, and lower levels. The Heavenly Rank top tier was the crème de la crème. Ling Zhenfei had no idea where Zhu Qiang had acquired this artifact or what level it was.

Legend had it that Heavenly Rank artifacts could destroy heavens and earth; if Zhu Qiang's artifact was powerful enough, it could kill Ling Zhenfei in a split second.

Seeing a combat magic artifact for the first time, Ling Zhenfei's heart was somewhat anxious, but there was no room for fear now.

"Zhu Qiang, if your artifact is really that formidable, then I wouldn't have walked out of the Imperial Palace Club so easily the first time I visited. So, I suggest you stop boasting," Ling Zhenfei retorted.

Zhu Qiang snorted coldly, "Using my treasure on you is a waste, but for you, it's something to brag about. Let me tell you this, my artifact can unleash a hundred thousand Silver Needles in an instant, turning you into a sieve."

After hearing this, Ling Zhenfei was stunned; he hadn't expected that there could be such a terrifying magic artifact. It seemed a fierce battle was inevitable.

At that moment, a faint hint of Spiritual Power rose from the sphere, and then, under Zhu Qiang's control, it began to ascend into the air. Now Ling Zhenfei could see the full picture of the object. Strangely enough, it resembled an apple pierced full of toothpicks.

The surface of the sphere was densely covered with tiny needles, fine as cow hair. If Ling Zhenfei's eyesight had not been extraordinary, he might not have been able to see them at all. Indeed, it was bizarre to the extreme.

It looked like Zhu Qiang wasn't wrong at all; if all the small needles were released at once, there might well be as many as a hundred thousand, and evading them would be a problem. Moreover, with such a close distance, it seemed impossible to dodge the overwhelming barrage of needles.

Ling Zhenfei's hand was already prepared with the Sky Piercing Finger; no matter what happened next, he was resolved to teach Zhu Qiang a lesson.

Zhu Qiang, seeing Ling Zhenfei's expression, was very pleased, "Now you see how formidable I am, Ling Zhenfei. If you beg for mercy now, I might still spare your life. Otherwise, I'll have to turn you into a porcupine."

"Don't celebrate too early, Zhu Qiang. It's not yet certain who will die," Ling Zhenfei said without a trace of fear.

"Kid, you're going to die!"

As Zhu Qiang spoke, his hands swiftly changed the spell, and looking at the floating sphere in the sky, it began to rotate slowly, with Spiritual Power flickering on its surface. Then, like it had gone mad, the needles on the sphere were launched in a torrential downpour towards Ling Zhenfei.

The coverage of these needles was incredibly wide, and as fine as cow hair it was impossible to see them coming in the pitch-black night, making them very difficult to defend against.

Under such circumstances, it wasn't only Ling Zhenfei who would be turned into a porcupine, even Han Lian would likely join him in death.

The Silver Needles, carrying Northern Spiritual Energy, could penetrate anything; this was another terrifying aspect. Even steel plates stood no chance against the penetration of Northern Spiritual Energy.

But the very instant the Silver Needles were fired, Ling Zhenfei reacted. First, he shielded Han Lian behind him, then drew forth that strange dagger from his Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow. He did this because the dagger had the magical effect of absorbing Spiritual Power, and it was uncertain if it would be effective in the current situation.

Ling Zhenfei was in the Zhiyi state, and his Spiritual Power was profound. He wondered if using his own Spiritual Power to form armor could block the needles; for now, he had to rely on the function of the dagger.

Ling Zhenfei wielded the dagger, covering the vital areas in front of his body. Even if the dagger failed, its swipes would still prevent him from being shot by all the needles.

To Ling Zhenfei's shock, the dagger worked, and it was even more powerful than he had imagined. The Northern Spiritual Energy on the needles shot towards him was all absorbed by the strange dagger.

As the Northern Spiritual Energy vanished from the needles as they shot out, they became useless and simply fell to the ground.

Zhu Qiang had yet to react with surprise when Ling Zhenfei had already struck with the readied Sky Piercing Finger, thrusting directly at Zhu Qiang.

Zhu Qiang was feeling perplexed and hadn't expected Ling Zhenfei to launch a surprise attack. Moreover, the Sky Piercing Finger was too sudden and incredibly powerful. Zhu Qiang tried desperately to twist his body to dodge, but the speed of the Sky Piercing Finger meant he wasn't completely successful.

Thwack!

After a miserable cry, Zhu Qiang's entire arm was struck by the Sky Piercing Finger, completely severing his right limb.

The scene was terrifyingly powerful, sending chills around the onlookers who were initially watching. They were all petrified, scared that Ling Zhenfei might use the same technique on them; they knew they wouldn't survive it.

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