'What a tough body Han Ming has?'
Yang Wei cursed inwardly when he could still feel the vibration from his sword.
"Heh, why aren't you speaking? Could it be that I hit the mark and that was really the best move you could do?" While Yang Wei was thinking, Han Ming continued to sneer and trash talk.
Yang Wei clenched the hilt of his sword tightly and said, "I was merely thinking about which techniques to hack you down. Be a little patient and stop being a sissy."
Han Ming twitched his mouth slightly at Yang Wei's brazen words. However, since he had promised three moves for Yang Wei and there are still two moves left, he decided to clench his fist as he waited.
After all his pride as a body cultivator is on the line and if he needs to renege his promise on a mere Qi Condensation realm then he is going to become a laughing stock.
Meanwhile, Yang Wei sneaked a glance at Elder Jing who simply nodded slightly.