The Final Battle

Seeing his hand had been grabbed, the black-robed old man's expression turned furious. His attack being easily shattered by Qingfeng Li.

 "Release my hand!" the black-robed old man said to Qingfeng Li in a loud voice.

 With a cold smile, Qingfeng Li gripped hard and, with a cracking sound, broke the black-robed old man's right hand, exposing the bones to the air.

 The black-robed old man screamed. The pain from his broken hand was so great that his whole body trembled.

 He had not expected Qingfeng Li would be so powerful that he was no match at all.

Standing on the spiritual chariot, the Sky God's Emissary had a clear view of the fight when Qingfeng Li broke the black-robed old man's hand. A chilling light flashed in his eyes.

 "Qingfeng Li, release the black-robed old man and I will spare your life," the Sky God's Emissary threatened Qingfeng Li.