Huang Ziqiang kept his eyes closed, shaking uncontrollably. However, after waiting for a while, he didn't feel the expected pain. Surprised, he cautiously opened his eyes, only to see that Ye Qing had already put away his mountain-splitter knife.
Huang Ziqiang shuddered, hurriedly reaching to feel his head and shoulders to make sure he wasn't hurt, and he finally took a long sigh of relief. However, it was his own fault for provoking death—seeing that Ye Qing didn't chop him, he thought Ye Qing was too cowardly to kill, and his temper flared up immediately.
"Fuck, you think you're so tough? Come on, chop me, chop me!" Huang Ziqiang pointed at his neck, saying, "Aim right here, at the carotid artery. One strike could kill me. If you have the guts, chop away!"
Ye Qing didn't chop; he merely kicked Huang Ziqiang in the chest. Huang Ziqiang flew back two or three meters, falling to the ground spitting blood, and struggled several times without being able to get up.
