Long Jingtian had always seen himself as a favored son of heaven, but now, with no home to return to, nightmarish awakenings plagued him every day. As long as Xiao Qiang lived, he could find no peace.
Xiao Qiang's words pierced his heart like a sharp dagger.
"Shut your mouth, you dog!" His rage boiling over, he lashed out with a kick towards Xiao Qiang, envisioning him tracing a parabola through the air and landing face first like a disgraced dog.
But just at that moment, Xiao Qiang lifted his arm and blocked his face.
"Bang." After a crisp sound, everyone fell silent. Xiao Qiang had actually blocked it! But how could that be? His cultivation had clearly been sealed by Fu Shan's divine restraint, how could he still block Long Jingtian's strike?
No, that's not right, everyone suddenly realized that it wasn't that Xiao Qiang had regained his cultivation, but that Long Jingtian's kick was simply too slow and too weak.
