"Xiao Qiang, you really don't know when to give up. I'll show you just how formidable I am today!" With that, a white mark in the air suddenly transformed into thousands of poison needles, aimed directly at Xiao Qiang's chest.
"Youyou, if this is all you've got, just admit your defeat now." Xiao Qiang, who was still unmoved, simply stared coldly at the onslaught of poison needles and let the frost envelop him.
"Xiao Qiang, you're simply detestable. How dare you call me by such a familiar name!" Upon hearing Xiao Qiang address her so affectionately, Tang Youyou's heart was filled with sweetness, but the two streams of Sword Qi in her hands became even sharper, like lightning. At this moment, Xiao Qiang was thoroughly frozen by the frost, and thousands of poison needles directly pierced his body.
The two streams of Sword Qi, like vicious snakes, were now at Xiao Qiang's eye level.
