Just as the fatal blade light of Qiong Ao was about to envelop the mother and her two children, a grand Sword Qi sliced through the air like the mighty Changjiang River, unstoppable and boundless.
"Hmm? Another expert!"
Feeling the overwhelming strength of the move, Qiong Ao's scalp tingled. He immediately abandoned Yinn Guangwu and his mother and sister, retreating swiftly while brandishing his blade to defend.
Clang clang clang~
However, the Sword Qi surged ceaselessly, powerful and unstoppable, continuously crashing into Qiong Ao.
Wave after wave of Sword Qi forced Qiong Ao to retreat hundreds of meters before he finally managed to stop.
At this moment, Qiong Ao's hands, which were holding the blade, were split at the tiger's mouth, with blood dripping down his wrists to the ground. He was panting heavily, looking seriously towards the corner of the street.
