Creating a God-Devil Divine Power

He didn't even use any martial arts techniques. He simply and domineeringly struck out with his palm, scattering all the sword lights that were stabbing toward him and landing on the sword.

Kacha!

The crisp sound of the sword shattering rang out. The black-robed man reacted quickly and hurriedly retreated. He wanted to escape and then call for reinforcements.

He was fast, but Wei Quan was even faster.

The palm did not lose its momentum and landed on his chest, heavily injuring him.

Puff!

He felt a sweetness in his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood. The man in black fell heavily to the ground. Even though he was seriously injured, he did not seem to notice it. He slapped the ground with his palm and quickly stood up. He took out a signal flare. Before he could release it, Wei Quan's second palm landed and sent him flying. He pointed with his finger and a finger force rushed out, destroying it. His gaze was cold." Go to hell!"