You Dared to Cross Realms?!

Wang Qi pressed a hand to Lian Xinling's shoulder, his knee carving an arc through the air as it crashed toward Song Zhongqiao's face. At the same time, a faint killing intent spread outward. That killing intent condensed into threads. At first glance, it seemed unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, one would find that the ferocity it displayed was only a tenth—or perhaps a hundredth—of its true nature.

Song Zhongqiao belonged to the group that had failed to sense it. Seeing Wang Qi drive his knee forward, he gave a savage grin and reached out, intending to seize that knee and wrench it hard. Spiritual radiance surged from his body, transforming into several bands of light like soaring dragons that coiled around his hand. He was an elite cultivator of the Ancient Method, not some ordinary ornamental fraud, and his strength was quite decent. The instant Wang Qi moved, he had already responded.

A late Golden Core facing an early Golden Core—he had more than enough reason to be confident.

Kid, I said I wouldn't cripple your limbs. We're just playing slowly... Snapping one knee shouldn't count as breaking my word, right? Such a thought flashed through Song Zhongqiao's mind at the instant he blocked. But before it could settle, Wang Qi's knee slammed into his palm. A powerful force, sharp as a sword, surged in through the Laogong acupoint in his right hand. His protective aura collapsed at a touch, peeled apart layer by layer by that Sword Qi as easily as paper. The piercing pain tearing through the meridians of his hand made Song Zhongqiao's face change drastically. He immediately unleashed all his strength. Countless Sword Qis shot from the acupoints on the front of his body toward Wang Qi.

Wang Qi flicked his right leg through the