Yang Qi did not stop. He sidestepped past Cao Shaqing, switched his longsword to his left hand, and stabbed the same spot again. Cao Shaqing's speed was no match for Yang Qi's. He was struck once more. This time, the golden skin was pierced through, the blade barely missing his heart. An icy chill threatened to freeze the organ solid. Cao Shaqing's movements grew even slower.
Seeing this, everyone was astonished.
"Heh, didn't you say the boss of the Qifei Group had no tricks left up his sleeve?"
"What a misjudgment!"
The people who had just been claiming Yang Qi was finished now flushed with embarrassment, feeling as if they had been slapped in the face.
The expressions on the faces of the Thunder Sect members turned utterly grim. Many of them even began to slip away discreetly, seeming to believe that Cao Shaqing had no chance of winning anymore. The tables had completely turned!
Lei Yingying was ecstatic. "Master is amazing! So powerful!"
