How could the owner of the rope just stand by and watch as Qi Tian seized his rope? He promptly grabbed the other end of the rope, trying to snatch back his weapon.
A cold smirk appeared on Qi Tian's face. He yanked the rope and then gave it a wild swing. Now, the rope was spinning in the air. And the assassin who refused to let go was, naturally, spinning along with it.
For a moment, Qi Tian looked just like a child swinging a sandbag attached to the end of a rope, his smile especially brilliant.
Qi Tian didn't stay put. He rushed towards Master Ju with the 'man-bag' still spinning in his hands.
"Stop him, we have to stop him."
No one had expected Qi Tian to make such a move, using someone like a weapon. It was utterly disgraceful.
