The black-clothed man raised his arm to block Xianyu Wei's fist.
Bang!
Kacha!
"F*ck!"
The black-clothed man cursed. He had never expected that this young girl's strength was so great. Her punch had broken his arm.
The shattered bones pierced through his skin and flesh, with fresh blood splattering. However, the black-clothed man's will remained strong. He clenched his teeth and put two fingers on his left hand together to form a sword, slashing toward Xianyu Wei's neck.
This strike was struck out with great fury.
Swoosh!
A huge Buddha figure appeared behind Xianyu Wei's back, slapping out both palms incessantly.
Merciful Buddha, Expiate the Dead!
Boom!
A huge wind pressure blew away the dust and sand on the ground.
"F*ck your mom!"
The black-clothed man's countenance changed drastically. Was this a saint-tier cultivation art?
It was because that deathly pressure was too great.
