C66 Beixuan Family(2)

Caught off guard, Uncle Qi was rocked to his core, trembling all over.

Bai Yeh, fighting off vertigo, hurled his Soft Sword with all his might.

"Damn it!"

Uncle Qi's face contorted as he hastily retreated. But in such a cramped space, there was nowhere to go.

Puchi!

The Soft Sword, weighing thousands of jin, viciously ripped through his chest, splattering blood in all directions