That rider only sneered coldly and did not answer Qin Wushuang’s question. Instead, he said with an emotionless tone: "I will count to three, if you don’t let go, I promise you will die a horrifying death."
"How horrifying?" Qin Wushuang asked with a cold smile.
"I will kill all nine generations of your family." As soon as the rider’s words ended, he initiated all the power from his entire body. He pulled back the whip and wanted to throw Qin Wushuang out of here.
However, when he urged the whip, it did not reveal a trace of reaction as if a stone had dropped into the deep ocean.
The expression on the rider’s face changed slightly. He urged his power three times. Each time, he increased his power. In the last attempt, he almost used all of his strength. However, nothing moved and he could only pulled the long whip into a straightened spear.
"I will also count to three. Get down from the horse and apologize to the city guards."
"Kid, you are bold!"
