He suddenly became very interested in the identities of these two people. It seemed Jingsu's so-called "talents" did have some substance.
They were not all decorative pillows.
Still, they would not be stronger than him.
After all, he had held the title of Jingsu's number one for a long time. These little brats could not compare to him.
Once he knocked both of them down and exposed their disguises, he would make sure they learned just how formidable he was.
Destroying their Mental Power was such a fun game.
Seeing their pleading faces, their helplessness and despair, excited him.
Killing intent surged in Q's eyes. The faint purple in them became strangely beautiful, like violet crystal, carrying a bloodthirsty gleam.
Xi Xiu had noticed that whenever he used Mental Power, or whenever his killing intent grew too intense, the purple in his eyes became more obvious.
Was there some connection?
Were purple eyes a trait of a particular group of people?
The Luxuriant Killers, or some abnormality in their Mental Power?
Perhaps they could trace clues from this. Xi Xiu recorded her observations while Qing Zhixun and Q fought.
The battle between Qing Zhixun and Q quickly reached its fiercest stage.
To Xi Xiu, Qing Zhixun's fighting style was as unconventional as Q's.
He kept provoking and testing Q, aiming to completely infuriate him.
One moment, he attacked Q's left side. Just when Q thought he was about to succeed, Qing Zhixun swiftly withdrew from his attack range.
The next moment, he attacked again, directly targeting inconspicuous vulnerable spots.
It felt as though he was doing whatever was most infuriating.
Even someone with a good temper would immediately lose it fighting Qing Zhixun like this.
Not to mention Q, whose self-control was so lacking.
After thirty exchanges, Q was thoroughly