"You..."
'He tore through my Gang Qi with his bare hands. What is Xu Yang's cultivation level?'
Yan Qingqiu's scalp went numb. He frantically unleashed his Gang Qi, trying to blast Xu Yang's hand away, but Xu Yang's grip was like an iron clamp, holding him fast.
"Is this pathetic trick all you have?"
Xu Yang slowly tightened his grip. With a series of sickening cracks, crimson blood oozed from between his fingers as he brutally crushed Yan Qingqiu's wrist.
"AHH!"
Yan Qingqiu's face contorted in pain as he let out a loud wail, his expression filled with uncontrollable terror.
'Gang Qi Minor Achievement! Xu Yang's cultivation has to be at least Gang Qi Minor Achievement. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly be this strong.'
"Gang Leader!"
Zhang Xu, who was still struggling to hold on, saw his face drain of color. Yan Qingqiu had achieved Qi Cultivation Gang for years, yet he was no match for Xu Yang, suppressed as easily as a father disciplining his son.
