Ye Qiu leaned forward slightly, as if a pebble had been dropped onto the calm surface of a lake, instantly rippling out countless waves.
Tang Yao's momentum was like a metallic object with sharp edges on all sides. The moment Ye Qiu moved, he sliced a gap into the metal, breaking Tang Yao's momentum.
Ye Qiu walked closer step by step, his body like a mountain cleaver, severing anything before him.
No matter how oppressive, nothing could make him stop his stride.
In an instant, Ye Qiu's hand brushed down, and a stream of True Qi flowed from his palm, like a spinning dragon, from which one could faintly hear the weak sound of a dragon's roar.
"He's indeed cultivated True Qi!" Tang Yao's mind was shaken, Yin Shaoxiong hadn't been wrong—the young man before him was truly remarkable.
