Miao Yidao couldn't bear to part with it. The Blood Saber Manual was an extremely sophisticated Sword Skill, and giving it away was a great pity. But if he didn't hand it over now, he would die. The other party wasn't joking.
"Here, take it!" Miao Yidao said, left with no choice but to write down the Sword Manual on the spot.
Yang Qi gave it a cold glance and suddenly struck out with a hand chop, breaking one of Miao Yidao's legs.
"Do you take me for a three-year-old? Did you think I wouldn't notice such an obvious flaw? If you dare to write nonsense again, I guarantee you'll lose your other leg!"
Yang Qi's icy voice truly terrified Miao Yidao.
He was the great Miao Yidao! Who in all of Kang City had he ever feared? Yet now, he was being reduced to this by a twenty-five-year-old brat.
Defeated, he had no choice but to write out the real manual.
"It's only the first half?" Yang Qi asked.
"This is really all I have. The one I obtained wasn't complete either," Miao Yidao said.
