But what he hadn't expected was that the space in front of him suddenly seemed to be restrained. He was a bit unused to it, but he still used Gang Qi to break through the sealed space in front of him.
Although the space had been broken open,
that brief blink of an eye had already given Pei Jinye enough time.
His left hand rose.
His fingers clenched into a fist.
With a piercing force, he struck his opponent's body.
"Crack! Ahh!"
The foreign martial artist's face changed, and the piercing pain from his shoulder made him scream in agony.
His entire arm was useless now!
[DAMN IT!]
He hurriedly wanted to run away.
But Pei Jinye was faster than him.
A sword slashed down, the radiant brilliance on the sword blade fiercely fell on the opponent's back in a piercing scream.
"Splat—"
Blood splattered.
The foreign martial artist was thrown backwards on the spot.
"Please—don't—kill—"