148: Embroidery needle wholesale factory

(This is not a wish-fulfillment story. If you don't like it, please leave and don't use foul language!!! When a Sichuan girl gets angry, it's all about BBQ, hotpot, and spicy soup... If I get fat, I'll have to focus on losing weight and won't have time to write. ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑)

Look at the thick Yin energy permeating the valley; it's almost thick enough to condense into falling water droplets.

As long as those so-called righteous cultivators dare to step foot into Yinyou Valley, even if they do nothing, their strength will be significantly weakened due to the erosion of Yin energy!

With Yin energy this thick, they could never find a way to break it in a short time!!!

Look at the hidden mechanisms beneath the floor tiles—hundreds of pale skeletons intertwined to form the "Hundred Ghost Skeleton Array"... and the final fatal blow comes from the silent assassination launched by the Evil God Statue in the Main Hall... However, the final outcome left Cheng Kangzi dumbfounded!!!

"What kind of bizarre operation is this!!!"

It was just a second-tier little girl. She just fired a few shots, used a few rocket launchers, used a night-vision device... with just a flick of her finger, she broke all three lines of defense he had meticulously arranged???

"Wuwuwu... How can you bully an old man like this?" A certain evil leader wanted to cry but had no tears.

Seeing the big boss finally show up, Qiu Yanhui raised her rocket launcher to lock and aim. With hand speed faster than a man without a girlfriend, she fired two more Armor-piercing Shells.

"Pshoo!"

"Pshoo!"

"You bastard, what are you doing?"

Cheng Kangzi swung his right hand violently, and threads like spirit snakes instantly connected to all his disciples and grand-disciples.

With lightning speed, they quickly gathered into a shield, steadily blocking the path of the Armor-piercing Shells.

"Bang!"

The Armor-piercing Shells slammed into the shield with a deafening roar.

In an instant, sparks flew and smoke filled the air.

The entire Jinglian Temple fell into chaos.

The massive impact made the ground tremble slightly, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, letting out bursts of piercing roars.

"Cough, cough..." Qiu Yanhui coughed violently while using her hand to wave away the thick, choking smoke in front of her.

Through the gradually dissipating smoke screen, she finally saw the figure opposite her—Cheng Kangzi.

His right arm had been blown off, and blood was gushing from the stump, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

"The old saying is right, scourges live for a thousand years!" Qiu Yanhui glared at him and spoke through gritted teeth.

Cheng Kangzi's already hideous and terrifying face was now even more distorted by rage.

His lips, filled with fine teeth, curled into a hair-raising, terrifying smile: "Junior, you have successfully and completely enraged this old man."

"No matter who comes to save you today, you are doomed!"

At this point, Cheng Kangzi suddenly roared at the sky: "The hundreds of food reserves I worked so hard to accumulate! They're all gone just like that!!!"

"You... you freak! This old man will make you pay a painful price!"

"Oh no! This guy is probably going to fight for his life!"

Sure enough, in the next instant.

A burst of Yin energy suddenly erupted from the old Daoist's heart.

The Yin energy seemed to have a life of its own, rapidly compressing and condensing together.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed in mid-air into embroidery needles flashing with an eerie, cold light.

Seeing this, Qiu Yanhui's pupils shrank instantly.

She knew very well that if she were unfortunately pricked by the poison on these embroidery needles, she would likely immediately become a marionette controlled by the threads in Cheng Kangzi's hands, at his mercy.

Before one could say "fast," the embroidery needles shot toward Qiu Yanhui like arrows from a bow.

At the critical moment, Qiu Yanhui's figure flashed as she nimbly moved to the right, narrowly avoiding several embroidery needles flying at her. However, more needles followed in quick succession, attacking her as densely as raindrops... Then she fell to the ground, avoiding another wave, and finally rolled to the side, successfully dodging the embroidery needles.

"You like to roll, don't you? Let's see how you roll this time!" Cheng Kangzi laughed out of extreme anger, his cold eyes flashing with a chilling light as he stared intently at her.

He temporarily stopped the continuous fire of embroidery needles and took a deep breath.

He began to frantically squeeze the Yin energy within his body. As the Yin energy was continuously drawn out, brand-new embroidery needles formed around him.

In a moment, Qiu Yanhui, who was still lying on the ground, discovered with a solemn expression that Cheng Kangzi had actually created a dense mass of embroidery needles in front of him!

These embroidery needles were layered and intertwined, as if forming a wall made of needle tips.

Moreover, the number of embroidery needles was beyond imagination—there were at least a hundred thousand of them!

"Big brother, are you the boss of an embroidery needle wholesale factory? Where did all these needles come from!" Qiu Yanhui swallowed hard.

"Jie jie jie... When this old man was young, I loved the hidden weapon 'Storm Pear Blossom Needles'!"

Qiu Yanhui took a sharp breath and took four heavy Type 82-2 Grenades from her waist.

The dense embroidery needles shot toward Qiu Yanhui like a black curtain covering the sky!

The speed and density were such that there was nowhere to run.

Without hesitation, Qiu Yanhui nimbly threw herself flat on the ground.

She tightly gripped the Type 82-2 Grenades in her hand and threw them forward with all her might.

Several muffled thuds sounded in succession as the grenades exploded in mid-air.

Over two thousand sharp fragments flew out in all directions like brilliant fireworks.

With extreme speed and impact, these fragments knocked down the vast majority of the embroidery needles.

Although the grenades were powerful, the number of embroidery needles was simply beyond imagination.

Even with such a fierce attack, they still failed to clear all the embroidery needles.

Surprisingly, over a hundred fragments carrying residual spiritual energy flew straight toward Cheng Kangzi not far away and slammed hard into his face.

Facing the surging wave of embroidery needles, Qiu Yanhui did her best to dodge left and right, barely avoiding most of the attacks.

But there were still a few needles that were incredibly fast and came from tricky angles, shooting straight toward her face.

Seeing no way to avoid them, Qiu Yanhui made a split-second decision and swung her arm, violently throwing away the Type 95 Assault Rifle hanging around her neck.

With a crisp crack, the Type 95 Assault Rifle that had accompanied Qiu Yanhui for over two hours...

...made a heartbreaking sound of breaking after colliding violently with the embroidery needles.

The once incredibly hard body of the gun had been pierced by the embroidery needles to the point of nearly breaking, a miserable sight.

"Ah... damn it! My face..." Cheng Kangzi used his hand to pick at the fragments on his face.