Qiao Guinong's movements were anything but slow, arriving in front of Yun Xiao in the span of a moment, his hand blade viciously aiming for the latter's throat. Should the strike find its mark, the boy would instantly meet an untimely death.
"This kid, has he been scared stiff?"
However, just as Qiao Guinong's hand blade came within mere inches of Yun Xiao, the boy still did not make any moves. Not only did he not attempt to dodge, but he didn't even put up a guard, appearing completely motionless.
But at this moment, Qiao Guinong certainly had no trace of mercy in his heart. Seeing the boy as weak as a puddle of pus, it was time to send him on his way to meet King Yan.
Bang!
However, just when Qiao Guinong was fully confident that his palm strike would sever Yun Xiao's throat, a mighty gust of wind suddenly assaulted from an angle, clashing fiercely with his right palm and producing a loud sound.
Thud, thud, thud...
