"This guy is a complete lunatic!"
The people from Sea City stared, dumbfounded, at the golden longsword in Yang Qi's hand. Its tip had already pierced Wei Ying's Dantian. With a simple surge of True Qi, Wei Ying would be crippled.
Good heavens. Facing an Overlord Peak, Yang Qi didn't even blink an eye. He actually dared to strike—his audacity was staggering.
"You little punk, I don't believe you have the guts to do it!" Jiang Ran said coldly. "Do you have any idea who he is? He's an outer disciple of the number one Hidden Sect, the Heavenly God Sect. No one in this world has ever dared to cripple a disciple of our sect, especially not in front of me."
At that moment, Jiang Ran was still as arrogant as ever. Though momentarily stunned, he quickly recovered his haughty demeanor. He was, after all, one of the most prominent figures among the Heavenly God Sect's outer disciples. Why would he fear anyone?
