Black Stone City.
The junction of the inner and outer city districts.
Fang Xi strode down the center of the street, like a monster magnet.
Roaring!
The nearby monsters, as if seeing some delicious food, crazily flocked towards him.
"Die!"
Fang Xi casually slapped out with his hand.
Boom!
The Cursed Person hit by the blow had its spine bend into a terrifying 'bow' shape, nearly breaking in two, and was sent flying, falling to the ground motionless.
Keep in mind, these Cursed People are beings even Martial Trainees who have undergone the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood find hard to defeat, with incredibly tough bodies.
But at this moment, in Fang Xi's hands, they were as fragile as wood!
Rip!
He grabbed a Cursed Person's arm, gently tore at it, and the limb broke off completely, blood spurting wildly.
"Feels almost like hand-ripping a beggar's chicken..."
Fang Xi frowned, dodging the bloodstains.
