The heavy-backed saber flew from his grasp under the force of inertia and was seized by Jiang Qinghe.
Boom!
Dust billowed into the air.
With one kick, he sent Fourth Master crashing to the ground, then pressed the blade's tip against his throat.
"Stop!"
Jiang Qinghe let out a thunderous roar.
The battlefield, where fierce fighting had raged moments before, fell silent in an instant.
The mountain bandits locked in bloody battle stared at the scene in shock.
Fourth Master, infamous for his ferocity, now lay like a lamb awaiting slaughter beneath a youth's foot.
Without realizing it, the mountain bandits retreated several steps and halted their assault.
Though no obvious wounds showed on Fourth Master's body, Jiang Qinghe had struck him several times with all his strength. The force of striking through the mountain to shake the ox had nearly displaced all his internal organs.
Pain made his face twitch incessantly, and a flash of madness swept through his eyes.
At some point, he had drawn a dagger and hurled it at Jiang Qinghe's face with lightning speed.
"Courting death!"
Jiang Qinghe had been prepared. He tilted his head aside and dodged it.
His right leg lashed out like a whip, kicking Fourth Master squarely on the wrist.
Crack!
The sound of shattering bone rang out.
Fourth Master's hand drooped limply, every bone inside it completely crushed.
"Move again, and I'll split you alive!"
Killing intent blazed openly in Jiang Qinghe's eyes as he stared down at Fourth Master.
Though Fourth Master was vicious and violent, even he was cowed by that gaze now.
He could instinctively feel that if he moved even once more, this youth would slash across his neck without hesitation.
For a moment, he felt as though he were facing First Master.
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