I would scream in agony?
That was Chi Lianxue's first reaction. He had fought for more than a decade—what injury had he not suffered? How could he possibly scream? He was about to open his mouth to sneer, but the words that reached his lips became a shrill, miserable scream instead. "Aaaahhh!"
This was an irresistible instinct of life itself. This was... the wail of someone at death's door! He felt as though ten pounds of boiling oil had been poured into his body, or perhaps his body had always been an oil barrel and Wang Qi had tossed in a single spark!
Pain! Excruciating pain! His entire body felt as though it were burning; not a single part of him did not hurt!
Most terrifying of all, Chi Lianxue felt his life-fire flare up—then suddenly go out!
How could this be possible?!
"Ghk... ghk..." Chi Lianxue squeezed out a little sound from his throat, but he could not speak. His bodily functions had already been completely destroyed; he could not even freely control his own flesh.
"Want to know why?" Wang Qi released Chi Lianxue's wrist and smiled. "Did you think I truly ran out of strength and dropped the ball at the killing blow?"
Wang Qi's earlier sword strike had not been a killing move at all. "Ten zhang off the ground" was an almost insurmountable obstacle for a Qi Refining Cultivator. Even if Wang Qi struck with all his strength, hitting the vital points of his opponent's lower body could only destroy that lower half.
But what if the battle had been fought from the very beginning with the intention of "giving him a scare"?
It sounded ridiculous, but that was indeed what Wang Qi had planned.
Chi Lianxue had either suffered a qi deviation or sustained