In the grand hall of the Yingji Teahouse, Canan no longer had the composure he had before. Cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with apprehension as he watched his adversary.
Previously, he had only exchanged one palm strike with Qiu Yunkai from a distance and was blasted several steps backwards. At the time, he thought that the opponent's cultivation was similar to his, at best only slightly higher, around the fourfold level of the Master Realm.
But upon truly seeing Qiu Yunkai's eyes, he felt a strong sense of danger.
This feeling was like being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Years of battle experience told him that he was definitely no match for Qiu Yunkai.
With this guy here, let alone killing Han Yu and taking away Song Hanbo, whether he could even escape alive was questionable.
"Hmm?"
All of a sudden, Qiu Yunkai's brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze shifted forward.
Canan seemed to sense something and his expression brightened.
