Only then did Xiao Cangqing realize with a jolt that the Slaughter Knife in his hand, which bore the weight of five million vicious souls, had nearly severed Uzi's arm at the shoulder, yet Uzi's expression remained unchanged.
It was as if his own body hadn't been struck at all.
In the suffocating silence, Uzi's movement was sudden and decisive,
like a leopard lying in ambush, he suddenly revealed his lethal fangs.
Without the slightest hesitation, with a speed and power that were almost instinctual, he swung an arm that held endless darkness and destruction.
His index, middle, and ring fingers were like three sharp steel needles,
latching unerringly onto the crown of Xiao Cangqing's head.
This was no simple touch. It came with a heart-stopping pressure,
as if it meant to lock his very soul in place!
Meanwhile, his thumb and pinky bent at an incredible angle,
clamping down on Xiao Cangqing's temples from both sides.
