Ya Qing quickly obtained an answer to her question.

Zhen Liuqing didn’t have the intention of concealing anything and said directly, “Chen Xi was still conserving almost half his strength in that strike that defeated Hua Mobei earlier. Do you think that your cultivation is capable of resisting it if he exerts it with his full strength?”

An Qianyu was slightly unconvinced at the beginning. After all, he’d utterly not taken Chen Xi seriously in his heart earlier, and he’d only started to take Chen Xi seriously in the Goldlake Meeting today. But it was merely taking Chen Xi seriously. How could he be convinced if someone said Chen Xi surpassed him firmly?

But after that, when he carefully pondered about the scenes of the battle between Chen Xi and Hua Mobei, a layer of tiny beads of sweat instantly suffused his forehead, and his expression became slightly heavy.

If that sword strike were to be executed with his full strength…

An Qianyu’s expression was exceedingly heavy, his brows were knit tightly as if he’d encountered an extremely great problem, and he even had the feeling of being unable to catch his breath. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, “I admit that sword strike was formidable indeed. But if I utilize some trump cards, it isn’t something that’s impossible to resist.”

“What about after you resist it?” Zhen Liuqing seemed to have expected he would answer in this way since long ago,...