C1321 Ling Yi's will

The golden needles fell like raindrops. Chu Tian took a step back and waited for the moment when the golden needles fell.

"Imperial Yang Hand!"

Chu Tian threw a punch at the golden needles above his head. The entire space seemed to have been frozen, but it only lasted for a few blinks of an eye. The golden needles continued to fall.

After that, Chu Tian took another step forward