As the waves of the silver needle moved up and down on the old man's chest, sounds of bursting came out from the old man's body, like continuous beating of drums.
The sound of the leather drum was getting louder and louder. The old man's severe cough finally subsided, and the complexion on his face was getting better little by little.
"This, this is Drumley Spike." Mr. Jiang's eyes were wide open as he looked at Zachary.
Elder Xie, Jiang Yuan, and the others were shocked to hear Elder Jiang's shout.
"The Peaceful Drum in the Nineneedles of the Kunlun's Sect!"
"No, that's impossible! He's just a charlatan. It's highly possible that he's one of the legendary Nine Needles of the Hidden Sect."
"Shut up. Don't you know you're in the wrong now? You almost killed
