Zhao Sheng didn't understand the technique at all; all of his nine needles had been useless, only serving to add nine small holes on the surface of the pill.
Zhao Hao, however, whilst stabbing his needle in, had also tried to shock the pill with his inner qi, in an attempt to achieve the desired effect.
Sadly for him, while he had performed better in this aspect than Zhao Sheng had, he still hadn't been able to succeed in the Golden Needle Liberating Pill technique.
Zhao Hao just stood there silently, neither moving backwards to avoid the smoke and dust nor waving his hands to blow it away.
This resulted in the all-pervading smoke and dust falling onto his entire body, as his head turned completely white and his face was also covered by a layer of soot, making for a very comical sight.
Seeing him like this, the martial practitioners under Zhao Yuan and Zhao Sheng who had not been able to stand his earlier unbridled arrogance all couldn't help but laugh out loud.