In just that moment, death was hovering close enough for him to feel its touch.
Jian Qing delivered a counterhand chop to his neck. He felt a numbing sensation and collapsed onto the ground, powerless.
His big sturdy body hit the ground, raising a plume of choking dust.
Jian Qing lifted her foot and gave the man a kick, an icy smirk glimmering at the corner of her mouth.
"Jian Qing!" Zhan Mingyan, alerted by the cessation of fighting noises, ran over quickly.
"Are you alright?"
With anxious eyes, she gave Jian Qing a quick glance-over and urgently asked.
Jian Qing shook her head and pointed at the unconscious man on the ground. "He is the one in trouble."
Following her gaze, Zhan Mingyan saw the unconscious man on the ground and, in an outburst of anger, kicked him several times. "Damn villain, I will kick you to death."
Jian Qing reached to stop her, laughing, "Enough, or you may actually kick him awake."
Hearing those words, Zhan Mingyan stopped immediately.
