C1676 I will Return the Favor with a Single Finger

Qiu Ye sharply inhaled, the chill of realization hitting him. He was well aware of the formidable power of his cultivation technique. Those twelve air masses were akin to bombs, set to detonate on impact. Yet, under Zhang Xing's deft finger, they were rendered utterly impotent, silenced without protest. Perhaps his strength was insufficient; after all, without enough strength