The person clutching the "Concealing God Treasure Pearl" circled around to Tao Qian's back, silent and without utterance, pointing a finger straight at Tao Qian's occiput.
That finger, white as jade.
Yet it surprisingly revealed not a hint of radiant light nor did it betray any killing intent.
But Tao Qian saw it clearly, this was unequivocally a formidable Divine Skill that directly assaulted the soul.
"If I were to be touched by this scoundrel at the back of my head, even with the Nine Toad Bead protecting me, I fear I would still be injured."
"This scoundrel, indeed still so insidious."
With this thought, Tao Qian also rose and circled behind, appearing behind Qin Wuxiang.
Holding the Toad God Tile, he showed not the slightest courtesy, smashing it toward the back of his head.
The two men, one in front and the other behind, launched their attacks almost simultaneously.
"Die!"
Qin Wuxiang's finger solidly connected, and he was about to reveal a pleased expression.
