章 51: Chapter 50 Six Flying Needles

The expression on the elder from White Mist Mountain was quite odd, but he mechanically raised his hand to retract the magic tool that was a rope, and instantly Ning Daoran regained his freedom.

At this time, with the fall of Huanglong True Man, the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Array on the outskirts lost its mana support and was already swiftly collapsing.

"You... No... You're not..."

The elder from White Mist Mountain was greatly shocked, but it was already too late to prevent everything from happening.

Ning Daoran employed the Wind Riding Leisurely Technique and, with a "swoosh," rifled through Huanglong True Man's corpse, grabbing a storage bag. In an instant, he leaped down from the top of First-class Pavilion.

After a stagger, holding the Qiushui Sword, he retreated several steps with a "thud thud thud," appearing on the main street of Yellow Dragon Square, his face deathly pale.

"You! You..."