"Bastard, I'm going to slaughter you!"
Immortal Dao's leader licked the blood flowing down his cheek, eyes glaring with ferocity. He stomped on the car roof, launching his body forward, the flames on his five fingers flaring even brighter.
"Hmph, foolhardy!"
Qin Yang's face turned cold, and he gestured with his left hand.
"Petty Art of Control!"
Qin Yang sneered inside.
In mid-air, Immortal Dao's leader's body suddenly halted slightly, as if an invisible hand had seized his ankle, pausing his entire body in the air for a moment.
The force of the invisible hand pulling his ankle wasn't significant; with a slight surge of inner power at his ankle, he broke free.
However, in that moment of pause, Qin Yang pinched his right hand again in the void, forming a thin cyan wind blade between his fingers.
"Go!"
A cold smirk crossed Qin Yang's lips as he swung the cyan wind blade in his hand towards the palm attacking from Immortal Dao's leader.
"Ninth Brother, watch out!"
"Ah!!!"
