Zu An, who had been sipping on some tea, spat out everything in his mouth. He thought, What the hell?

The disciples were also stunned. Isn’t it just a toothpick? How is it big?

However, when they remembered Wu Xiaofan’s reputation, they wondered whether maybe there was something about the situation they just hadn’t comprehended yet.

Wan Guiyi’s expression was grave; naturally, he took the situation seriously, because he could feel that he had been locked onto by a mysterious energy.

“Brother Wan, please be careful,” Wu Xiaofan reminded his opponents. Then, he pushed his hands together. The toothpick-like object turned into a small streak of light and flew toward his opponent.

Wan Guiyi got on his guard, and quickly used his movement skill to evade to one side, but he was still a moment too late. Blood erupted from his arm as the toothpick rushed past. He suddenly turned around to see that, after the toothpick passed by him, it turned around again like a pocket-sized flying sword. More importantly, it moved unpredictably, and it was extremely fast, almost as if it didn’t follow the laws of physics.

Thus,...