The Flying Knife was as swift as lightning and as powerful as a thunderstorm.
Yang Qi seemed to have no reaction, standing with his hands behind his back, watching calmly. He had already gauged Tang Xuan's capabilities the previous night. Today was simply about defeating him properly. To prevent any foul play, he had already instructed his men to set up several cameras, which were now capturing every angle clearly. Afterward, he could send the footage back to the Tang Sect for them to see.
In an instant, the Flying Knife was right in front of Yang Qi. If this strike landed, he would undoubtedly be bloodied and killed on the spot. The power of this Flying Knife was no joke. In a life-and-death duel, there could be no mercy, a fact Tang Xuan clearly understood.
Yet, Yang Qi still didn't move. Instead, a pair of Golden Eagle Wings suddenly unfolded behind him, shielding his front.
CLANG!
The Flying Knife's power was immense, but it was blocked by the Golden Eagle Wings.
