Old Han's face was gloomy, hiding whatever Secret Technique he used.
A milky white layer embedded around his body was what blocked Qin Qi's True Qi of Tian Gang.
But now, that layer was breaking piece by piece.
Old Han, still in shock, couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Haha, kid, you almost got me there. It seems the Right Secretary also perished by your hand, didn't he?"
"If it weren't for some of my hidden tricks, I might have really fallen into your hands today!"
Qin Qi gritted his teeth tightly.
His meticulous planning, this entire outpouring of Tian Gang True Qi, was supposed to kill this Han fellow.
Yet he clearly underestimated the methods of these strong individuals who came from Shangjing.
He inhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down, silently pondering how to break this stalemate!
Old Han twisted his neck and stood up, "That move just now seemed to have taken a toll on you. Judging by your expression, it seems you can't pull it off again anytime soon."
