The black-clad man's flaw was something Chu Qing had noticed long ago; the earlier change was deliberately orchestrated.
He intended to take advantage of that momentary pause to sever his hand.
But at that moment, Chu Qing suddenly remembered something...
The sect master had discussed with him about capturing one of the Twelve Saint Kings.
For someone like Chu Qing, who possessed the Supreme Wisdom Art, this task was not too difficult.
As long as the opponent had no method to guard against such a technique, it was practically effortless... but the problem was, he wasn't quite sure where the limit of this technique lay.
He had previously considered whether to find someone to try it on.
Yet, on this journey, thanks to the reputation of 'Three Young Masters,' things had gone extremely smoothly, without encountering even a single highway robber—where would he find a suitable candidate?
