He was now a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman, not to mention he had replaced his henchmen, even if it were still Huayue Zirong, he could beat them until they were searching for teeth on the ground.
Last time he had failed to succeed, Qin Li had lost face. Now that his strength had skyrocketed, he naturally wanted to regain his lost face. Holding his head high, he adopted the posture of an unparalleled expert, and casually struck forward with a palm.
"Alas, hasn't he heard the saying about getting struck by lightning for showing off?" Mu Hanyan sighed softly.
"Bang!" A muffled sound burst out, Qin Li spat blood and flew backward, slamming heavily into a wall.
"You... you're actually a Sword Master!" Qin Li struggled to stand up using the wall for support. He had barely finished his sentence before another mouthful of blood spewed out, and then he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.
