Boom!
Qi Sixiang was sent flying dozens of yards by the tremendous force, and when he finally landed, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, then stared at Xue An with eyes full of disbelief.
"You... what sorcery have you used? How could you possibly break through my Divine Flame light screen and injure me?"
Xue An simply replied with a cold smile, "It might be difficult for others, but for me, it's as easy as flipping my hand!"
His words darkened Qi Sixiang's expression even further before he said menacingly, "Very well! Xue An, you are indeed extraordinary; it's no wonder you could slaughter the gods of Tian Zhao all by yourself. But if you think that..."
Before he could finish, Xue An's figure suddenly appeared at his side and unleashed a punch.
Caught off guard, Qi Sixiang was blasted away once again.
Then, Xue An slowly withdrew his fist and spoke indifferently, his eyes lowered, "My patience is running thin, so please spare me the chatter... okay?"