The knife-wielding man's killing intent was as sharp as his blade, and his strength was fairly impressive—at the initial stage of the Dao Palace Realm.
Once he closed in, he had thirteen ways to kill his opponent and twenty ways to seriously wound him.
That was the confidence of a bladesman.
Yet among all his methods, there was one he lacked: Qin He treating the prey as a weapon and "presenting" it to him head-on.
That was a little too courteous.
The knife-wielding man's expression changed drastically. The prey came hurtling toward him far too quickly, and its force made every hair on his body stand on end.
This man was actually a body cultivator!
In the instant he froze, the prey had already reached him, rapidly expanding in his pupils until it filled his entire vision.
"Ha!"
At the final moment, the long blade in his hand erupted with dazzling radiance. An Illusory Shadow of a black tortoise flickered into view as he thrust his blade straight ahead to meet the prey.
Bang!
The next moment, the knife-wielding man felt that terrifying force.
That was not prey—it was a mountain, utterly unstoppable.
The thrusting blade bent to a horrifying angle, then violently sprang backward, smashing heavily into the man along with the prey.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, then flew away like a cannonball, tumbling through the air.
Qin He dashed forward, grabbed the camel beast before it hit the ground, and slung it back over his shoulder. Then he turned to the restless Night Watchmen, who were practically ready to swarm in and snatch it, grinned, and said, "Everyone, you're more than welcome to come at me together. I might not necessarily be able to protect this prey. But I have a bad habit: whoever makes