Qin Shi took a step forward, not very fast at first, but as the Life Force circulated through his body, filling every part, he quickly propelled his Mortal Body towards the three exuding malice.
The lean man at the forefront felt a blur in front of his eyes, a strong wind like a wall of copper rushing at him. Before he could respond, a hand had already reached out.
"This..."
The lean man's feet left the ground, his neck gripped tightly like with iron clamps, facing those cold eyes as if he had fallen into a hole in a winter lake.
Crack!
Qin Shi's palm closed, applying force, capable of crushing even a high-intensity alloy.
But applied to the lean man's neck, it was like grabbing a sheet of paper, feather-light.
Bang!
Wood chips exploded.
Qin Shi raised an eyebrow, the lean man had used some unknown secret technique to escape control in an instant.
He switched his body with a wooden plaque.
"A death-substitution technique? A person from Yingzhou?"
