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"This must be a bad joke," spoke a man in bright red clothes.

But if one were to look closer they would realize that within the red color of his robes were rare and few patches of white. 

This was Master Rain's retainer, and he looked far too bloody for a living person.

"No one had ever said that about him," spat a man wearing blue. 

The spit this time bloody. 

Master Rain, the proud genius, considered the second strongest under the Vast Expanse, a devious vicious and very cunning man who was now on the back foot.

Of the two large needle-like spike weapons in his hands, only one was in usable condition, the other had already been snapped in half.

"A skin capable of withstanding the full blow of a cultivator in the Sovereign Cultivation level is not something to call a joke…" Master Rain threw away both needles from his hands.

With one of his needles destroyed, the other becomes useless.