"I'm here to find Jin Kui," Qin Hao said calmly, speaking directly.
"Jin Kui? You mean that mischievous brat? Why are you looking for him?" The person blocking the way had a hint of hostility on his face, his eyes like a hungry wolf seeing a little rabbit.
"He's my brother," Qin Hao said indifferently.
"Brother! So you're that mad dog's brother? Great! Now that mad dog is hiding, I'll start with you!"
The disciple shouted loudly and raised his arm, transforming it into a knife hand, aiming for Qin Hao's neck.
Clang!
The strike landed squarely on Qin Hao's neck.
But surprisingly, Qin Hao's neck didn't break, nor did the man faint.
He stood there motionless, his body unchanged, as if merely brushed by a mosquito.
"You!" The disciple was stunned. This strike, although not infused with Spiritual Qi, should have been able to cut through stone due to his enormous natural strength.
Yet, it couldn't even make the Conical Hat Man's neck soften?
