"It's you," he said, but Chu Qing saw no need to respond.
Moreover, he recognized it too late; when Wuchen removed the veil, he should have known who he was.
But it wasn't important...
Five fingers formed a claw, seizing the air.
This generation's Buddha's Son from the Vajra Sect had no ability to resist and was grabbed back by Chu Qing without effort.
The disparity between them was simply too great...
With Chu Qing's current martial arts, only the likes of the Twelve Saint Kings from the Celestial Evil Cult require serious consideration.
For young people of the same generation, it's easy as pie; one finger can render them powerless.
Casually pinning Lingxin's throat, his Inner Breath locked all acupoints in an instant, then he flung him onto the ground.
Wuchen was still there, saddened.
The truth was a shock to him back then... and now, he doesn't know what to do.
Each person, due to different personality and environment, makes different choices.
