"Be careful! That's the Life-Trapping Curse, an Emperor-grade High-level martial art!" Qiu Xuan couldn't help but shout from a distance.
"Heretical tricks. Watch me shatter this!"
Wen Qingye sneered as he coated his entire arm with Primordial Qi. A domineering energy, infused with Dragon's Might, instantly surged forth. Then, with both hands, he violently tore at the air in front of him.
RIIIP!
The countless streams of black energy were torn asunder by Wen Qingye's bare hands, surging wildly to the sides.
"Heavens, he tore apart the Life-Trapping Curse with his bare hands!"
"Such a powerful body!"
The surrounding crowd was shaken to the core, the astonishment in their eyes impossible to contain.
"You're pretty good, masked man. I'll play with you again next time."
With a single leap, the woman in black was already dozens of feet away. In the blink of an eye, she vanished from everyone's sight.
"Hmph!"
