Chapter 34 Magic Master's Style

Wang Qi twisted his head back, his neck forming a chilling forty-five degrees, "There's a saying... Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a sure gain… This round is not a loss, I've got nothing to fear anymore."

As he spoke, he did not look at any specific person. However, the remaining woman felt as though Wang Qi swept a glance at her with his peripheral vision. It was indifference, disdain.

This guy… he didn't consider her an enemy worthy of combat... he was merely… merely… hunting a harmful animal, exterminating a pest!

The woman trembled all over, unable to help but scream out loud.

"Stop, Junior Sister Lan," the swordsman's voice was still husky but no longer stiff due to the dispersal of Sword Qi, "He's definitely not unharmed… cough cough…"