"Impossible, how could Xiao Qiang be so powerful?"
Long Jingtian had fallen to the ground, his body drenched in cold sweat. Just moments ago, when Xiao Qiang had lunged at him, his aura was fiercely intense. Fortunately, he had managed to dodge the sword in time.
But just as he began to feel relieved, a sudden pain surged through his arm.
In disbelief, he turned his head and saw that the arm that was holding the sword had been neatly severed. The pain erupted in that instant, engulfing him completely. In that moment, Long Jingtian and his two comrades were utterly defeated, reduced to nothing more than three dead dogs.
Xiao Qiang, having saved Liu Xiaoyi, showed no sign of relaxation; on the contrary, his expression became even more solemn.
