Clang! Clang!
The axe and short knife fell to the ground, making an unusually harsh sound.
In that instant, the faces of everyone present were frozen in shock.
The first to recover were Liu Dingqian and Tan Wujie.
Both of them looked extremely grim, their chests heaving as if in disbelief of what had just happened.
"The base of my thumb... it hurts..."
Liu Dingqian looked at the base of his thumb, where small cracks appeared due to the immense force.
"My hand..."
Tan Wujie's thumb base was fine, but his entire arm was unusually numb from the rebound force.
How did this guy manage it?
In disbelief, they lifted their eyes and saw Qin Hao before them, one hand resting on his chest, that hand pristine and flawless like the most beautiful jade.
Yet both Tan Wujie and Liu Dingqian's pupils contracted simultaneously.
No doubt about it.
It was this very hand that had stopped their weapons.
"Hard Qi Gong?"
