He turned his head and saw that figure.
Chen Yi was looking at him with a smile.
The little official screamed, buried his head, and hid in the courtyard.
That sharp voice sounded like an announcement of the start of a duel. Qin Tu's eyes instantly turned sharp, and he curled his fingers into claws, sweeping fiercely.
The claw wind was sharp, breaking the wind with a whistling sound. Originally intending to crush Chen Yi's neck with one claw, but at an incredibly close distance, Chen Yi happened to twist his neck back, causing the claw to miss and hit the stone wall of the alley.
Bricks shattered, dust rolled, and stone debris hit Qin Tu's face. He would not easily give up, curling his fingers into claws again, he bent over to pounce.
At that moment, a fist reached his stiffened abdomen as he bent.
The force was not too much, just enough to interrupt the stress throughout his body. His True Qi instantly became chaotic, and he fell backward onto the ground.
