A single silver needle grazed the White-robed Sect Master’s Human Skin Mask just as he was caught off guard. Though he had moved with the utmost speed to dodge, his face could not entirely escape the strike. Without a sound, the Human Skin Mask was knocked away by the needle.
Two more whizzing sounds followed as two silver needles flew toward him. This time, the White-robed Sect Master was prepared; he shifted his feet and deftly sidestepped. With a flick of his wrist, two hidden weapons cut through the wind, aimed at a treetop he had locked onto earlier. With a rustle, a figure leaped from the tree and landed lightly on the ground.
The White-robed Sect Master stared at her and let out a cold snort. "You are more troublesome than I imagined. I never expected you to endure for so long just to lower my guard!"
Chapter 668