Qin Feng at this moment had two choices: either withdraw his palm or take a stab from the military spike.
At least, that's what Eagle thought.
In a straightforward contest of ancient martial arts, he could indeed compete with Qin Feng to some extent.
The last killing technique of the Poisonous Spike Sect was a deadly struggle.
However, Qin Feng let out a cold laugh and shouted, "Fall!"
The Tai Chi Silk-Reeling Force in his hand burst forth, with what seemed like a whirlwind swirling in his palm, striking Eagle's chest with a swoosh.
Simultaneously, Eagle's silver military spike stabbed into Qin Feng's chest and ribs, but a black gas suddenly entangled his hand, preventing him from exerting any more force.
"Pft!"
Eagle, struck in the chest, spat out a mouthful of blood fiercely, his body leaning backward, and instantly fell to the ground.
When Qiu Jinwei saw the situation, he turned his head and ran away.
