C43 No Use of Poison
"It's not certain who will die!" Elder Hei let out a strange laugh. His hands were shaking violently as seven to eight apricot-sized bullets flew out from his sleeves.
The bullets shattered in the wind and turned into balls of black mist. In a blink of an eye, it enveloped Qin Chuan.
Elder Hei retreated not out of fear but because he had witnessed Qin Chuan's agile and fluid movement technique