In just one encounter, Wang Qi was plunged into an immense crisis.
Hu Jianhao was not only superior in spells and mana to the average Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator, but his martial arts prowess was also exceptional. When peers in his stage could handle at most one weapon, he had mastered several.
At this moment, Wang Qi was hanging in mid-air, his long whip orchestrating a thousand variations, coiled around him while his other clones attacked. Six different weapons were enclosing Wang Qi completely.
However, Wang Qi showed not a trace of panic. His expression was stoic as he exerted strength from his back and waist, and managed, as if unaffected by any force, to slip out of the loop of the rope.
What was going on? The Soft Bone Skill? No, his silhouette hadn't changed at all—it wasn't the type of skill that manipulated bones.
Hu Jianhao's face was as calm as water, and the attack of his clone became even swifter.
