"Stop!"
A furious roar suddenly rang out, causing the Thunder Sword Sect experts to freeze. They looked at Lei Qiangang and saw the pain on his face, with a trace of blood still at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, the previous attack had injured him.
"Pfft..."
Suddenly, a spitting sound rang out as a figure fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The figure was a burly, tall middle-aged man in a green robe with a stern face. He lay on the ground clutching his chest, his expression twisted in agony. His mouth hung open as he coughed continuously, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Uncle Qi Yao!" An anxious, worried voice rang out. A group of people emerged, several of whom were members of the Qi family who had left earlier. Their faces were filled with rage.
Qi Yao was an Origin King Ninth Layer Realm expert, yet he had been severely wounded by a single blow from someone at the Mid-grade Emperor Level. It was simply too humiliating!
If word of this spread, the Qi family would surely become the laughingstock of all the major powers!
Lei Qiangang glanced at Qi Yao, a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes. He had not expected Lin Taichu to severely injure an Origin Emperor expert with a single move. He truly was extraordinary. No wonder Qi Yang had lost to him.
"Today's grudge will be avenged one day," Qi Yao gritted out, his face twisted savagely. His fists were clenched tight, and he wished he could immediately attack and kill Lin Taichu. Yet he knew his strength was far inferior to Lin Taichu's. Rushing in would only mean death.
Lin Taichu stood in the air, his expression cold and indifferent as