Without any flashy moves, Xiong Shaoqing merely raised his right hand slowly. Seemingly slow, yet actually fast to the extreme, he casually flicked a finger into the air.
"Hum!"
An incomparably domineering, dark-gold gale of Gang Qi, condensed to the utmost, burst from his fingertip.
There was a muffled bang.
Before that gale of Gang Qi, the seemingly terrifying Jade Phosphor Purple Poison was like papier-mâché, instantly torn through the middle and scattered.
Without losing momentum, the gale swept precisely past Dugu Yan's fair, delicate cheek, severing a lock of purple hair beside her ear.
"Ah!"
Dugu Yan cried out in alarm. The terrifying gust knocked her straight back more than a dozen steps, and she landed clumsily on her backside in the grass.
She stared blankly at the severed purple hair on the ground, then at Xiong Shaoqing, who stood unharmed in his original spot like an insurmountable mountain. Her eyes filled with utter shock.
He... he hadn't even released his Martial Soul, yet he broke my third Soul Skill with nothing but Physical Gang Qi?
Just what kind of monster was he?
Xiong Shaoqing slowly withdrew his hand and looked down at Dugu Yan, sitting on the ground with a vacant expression. A wicked, rakish smile curled his lips. "Young Lady Dugu, spare yourself the humiliation of showing off those flowery punches and embroidered kicks."
"Remember what I said. That dull pain in your ribs whenever the weather turns rainy is no laughing matter. When the day comes that the poisonous Qi attacks your heart, even your grandfather won't be able to save you."
"I'm meddling in this matter today, and that's final. If you don't like it, feel free to go back and tell your grandfather to find me. My name is Xiong Shaoqing. I'll be waiting