Seeing Liu Dongsheng injured, He Ziyun didn't miss this grand opportunity. As Huang Qianqiu was in a momentary daze, He Ziyun flicked his steel sword, creating a sonorous ring, and swiftly stabbed toward Huang Qianqiu.
Swoosh!
Huang Qianqiu, who hadn't reacted in time, hurriedly stepped back to dodge the steel sword's attack. But before he could fully evade, the sword's edge still grazed his arm, slicing a long wound in his sleeve and causing blood to flow freely, dripping from his fingertips onto the ground.
"You..." Feeling the pain in his arm, Huang Qianqiu's face drastically changed. He quickly covered the wound with his hand, and retreated speedily until he was back within his own people's formation.
He Ziyun gave a light snort, advanced a few steps, and said coldly, "Huang Qianqiu, are these the tactics you've learned from God Organization? I thought you would have something impressive, but it turns out it's all just despicable moves. Truly a disgrace to martial artists."
