Ill-intentions

"Get ready. The moment I make a move, everyone will follow suit." Kang Youdao glared at Ling Chuxi, then focused his mind and calmed his Qi. Once again, he used his sword Qi and slashed towards the eye of the array.

Although Ling Linxi had said that she was just asking casually, Kang Youdao had learned his lesson. This time, he was more careful and only used 80% of his strength, leaving 20% to save his life.

With a muffled boom, Kang Youdao was once again sent flying. Even though he had held back twenty percent of his strength this time, the power of the attack formation this time was far greater than the previous time.

Kang Youdao's legs twitched, and he passed out again with foam coming out of his mouth.

"Lord chief, Lord chief." A group of Kang's quickly surrounded him, pinching his philtrum and beating his chest, each one more skilled than the last.