Just as Yang Yongchao raised his hand to slap Little Liuzi, another hand moved even faster—
It was Qin Yao!
None of the people present had seen when he had stepped in front of Little Liuzi.
By the time Yang Yongchao's vision blurred and his heart clenched—
Qin Yao's large hand had already shot forward like an iron clamp, locking tightly around Yang Yongchao's throat!
With his vital throat seized, Yang Yongchao was instantly shocked and terrified. How could he still think of slapping Little Liuzi?
Instinctively, he tried to pry open Qin Yao's hand, desperate to free himself from the suffocating sensation of impending death.
Yet in the next instant, the fear in Captain Yang's eyes deepened further!
Because he discovered that even with every ounce of strength he could muster, no matter how he pried or pulled, he could not budge Qin Yao's iron grip around his throat by even the slightest bit!
"Cough... you... how is this possible?!"
Yang Yongchao was utterly astonished.
About half a month ago, when Qin Yao had first returned to the village with the mine slaves, Yang Yongchao, as their captain, had examined Qin Yao's physical condition with great care.
At the time, this youth had clearly possessed crippled meridians and a ruined body, with no qi in his dantian.
He could never practice martial arts or enter the path of cultivation in this lifetime!
Yet how was he supposed to explain what stood before him now?
He, a dignified second-layer Body Tempering Realm martial artist, had actually had his vital point seized by a frail little rat with not the slightest cultivation in martial arts?!
"Wasn't this brat a weak scholar?
"Since when had he developed such terrifying combat strength?!
"Wait... if that's the case, could the deaths of Wang Ji,