As soon as the words were spoken, the wind suddenly stopped. Bi Qingzhi and the others watched helplessly as everyone who passed by Bi Xia fell to the ground without fail in the blink of an eye.
They stared at Bi Xia in shock, thinking they saw things clearly, yet they couldn't grasp it completely. They couldn't even tell if Bi Xia had made a move at all.
Wang Qiang and Jian stepped back, gripping their machetes tightly. Seeing this, Bi Xia curved his lips slightly, lifted his gaze nonchalantly, and counted softly, "One, two, three, four, five, six... Ha, all here."
With a strong grip on the ends of the steel whip, he exerted force, and the two steel whips broke in half in front of the six people, turning into four pieces.
Seeing the frightened expressions on their faces, Bi Xia laughed mockingly, threw the steel whip behind him, and started walking forward as it hit the ground with a crisp sound.
