Wang Qi placed his hand on Lian Xingling's shoulder, his knee drawing a circular arc in the air, crashing towards Song Zhongqiao's face. Simultaneously, a faint killing intent spread out. These killing intents were solid as a thread, seemingly inconspicuous at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one could discern that the ferocity it displayed was only a tenth or a hundredth of its true intensity.
Song Zhongqiao belonged to the group that couldn't sense it. Seeing Wang Qi's knee strike, he sneered, extending his hand to grab that knee and give it a fierce twist. Spiritual light erupted from his whole body, transforming into several light bands like rising dragons, winding around his hand. He was an elite practitioner of the Ancient Method, not just an average cultivator, his strength was decent. At the instant Wang Qi moved, he was already prepared to respond.
Late Stage Golden Core facing Early Stage Golden Core, he had ample reason for such confidence.
