Yang Qi reopened the package, popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and began chewing. The fragrant gum helped him momentarily forget his fatigue.
The Kangshan Sect sure has a lot of people. Fighting them is exhausting.
Chewing his gum, Yang Qi walked toward the grand hall.
Gazing at the twelve people before him, a slow grin spread across his face.
"Looks like everyone's here," Yang Qi smiled. "Good. This saves me the trouble of running around. It's quite tiring. So, will you cripple your own Martial Arts, or will you die by my hand?"
"You're the one who's damned!" an Elder suddenly lunged at Yang Qi. Attacking from behind, he aimed sharp claws at Yang Qi's head, his attack infused with a chilling Inner Strength capable of crushing solid stone.
"How rude," Yang Qi said, shaking his head. "I haven't finished speaking. Who gave you permission to make a move?"
The moment his voice fell, he had already seized the Elder's throat. With a gentle squeeze…
CRACK!
