Yah Baiqing's heel stomped on the ground, making him as light as a flying bird, leaping into the air. With a body technique that seemed slow but was actually very fast, he approached Ye Qingzhou, while his hands moved from a wing-spreading posture to a slashing motion, swiftly and fiercely striking at Ye Qingzhou's neck, aiming for a vital point.
Evil Qi surged, invincible!
"Using attack instead of defense? That's a good strategy..."
Ye Qingzhou's battle experience was incredibly rich, and he could see through Yah Baiqing's fierce and ruthless technique at a glance, which in reality was filled with terror and despair.
The action before him was merely to create an opportunity for himself to escape, even if the probability of success was less than one percent.
"It's a pity you met me."
