"Hey, brat, I've written the IOU, so why haven't you let me down yet?" Tai'a glared at the damned brat before him and shouted.
Seriously, back in the Sword Sect, never mind tying him to a tree-if anyone dared so much as look at him sideways, he would sink that sect traitor into the Sword-Questioning Pool!
As the Sword Sect Master, the man sword cultivators throughout the world spent their lives aspiring to become, Tai'a had never felt so aggrieved!
Ouyang nodded and snapped his fingers. The ropes around Tai'a fell away on their own.
The instant the ropes left his body, Tai'a vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he already held a longsword against Ouyang's neck.
And the instant Tai'a vanished, Ouyang mobilized the true qi within him.
Boom!
Vast true qi blasted Tai'a away. Amid that immense tidal wave of true qi, the longsword in Tai'a's hand trembled slightly, and the space before its tip instantly twisted.
A streak of sword light flew toward Ouyang's cheek. He tilted his head slightly, but the Sword Qi still sliced off a lock of his hair.
"Brat, that's payback!" Tai'a snorted coldly, raised his hand, and sheathed his sword.
Ouyang touched his severed hair and stopped the three behind him from making a move, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Although he had enough true qi to deal with experts at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, his weaknesses were far too obvious. His means of attack were limited: either he used some low-level spell arts, putting them into practice as soon as he learned them, or he unleashed a Qi Burst, suppressing his opponent with immense quantities of true qi.
And the weaknesses of both methods were equally obvious.
Against weak cultivators, he could go on an unstoppable rampage, charging