"You..."
Xu Yang had torn through his astral qi with his bare hand. What cultivation level had he reached?
Yan Qingqiu felt his scalp go numb. He frantically unleashed his astral qi, trying to shake off Xu Yang's hand, but that hand gripped his own like an iron clamp.
"Is that all your paltry tricks amount to?"
Xu Yang gradually tightened his fingers. A series of cracks rang out, and scarlet blood seeped between them as he crushed Yan Qingqiu's wrist. "Aah!"
Yan Qingqiu's face twisted with pain. He opened his mouth and howled, unable to conceal his terror.
Astral qi minor accomplishment. Xu Yang had to have reached at least astral qi minor accomplishment, or he could not possibly have been this powerful.
"Gang leader!"
Still struggling to hold out, Zhang Xu's expression changed drastically. Yan Qingqiu had refined his qi into gang years ago, yet he could not withstand even a single exchange with Xu Yang. He had been subdued as easily as a father beating his son.
Were Dragon Ascension geniuses really this terrifying?
"You dare let your mind wander while fighting me?"
Qiu Wenjie seized the opening and drove out a punch, pouring true qi into Zhang Xu's body like a surging tide.
Crack!
With the crisp sound of breaking bones, Zhang Xu spat blood and flew backward with a scream, smashing a table. The bleeding from his severed arm, which had already stopped, resumed uncontrollably, staining the floor red in an instant.
Murderous intent rolling off him, Qiu Wenjie strode forward.
Terrified, Zhang Xu pleaded, "Spare me, Young Master Qiu."
Qiu Wenjie planted a foot on Zhang Xu's severed arm. "Weren't you swaggering around at noon? You broke a fingernail beating my Uncle Zhou and demanded a thousand taels in compensation. Don't you want it