“Be careful of Qian Kun. His gloves are called the Thunderstorm Gloves and contain the power of thunder. If you’re hit, you will be heavily injured even if you’re not killed,” Chen Ruoyan reminded Liu Wuxie as she finished eating her roasted chicken.3

Then again, Liu Wuxie had already noticed how unusual the gloves were. They had reached the level of a top-grade profound artifact, and ordinary weapons couldn't damage them.0

“I don’t care who sent you, but I’ll rip you into pieces for killing my third brother. I’ll skin you alive and hang you on a flagpole for ten days and nights!” Qian Kun said with fury filled in his tone that swept through the main hall. The tables and chairs between them exploded under his voice.0

The corpses littered on the ground also flew away, emptying a spacious ground enough for them to fight.1

“Let’s see if you’re capable of doing that!” Liu Wuxie didn’t dare to be careless in the fight, raising the Heretic Blade and releasing his blade intent.0

“What an excellent blade!” Qian Kun praised, his attention drawn to Liu Wuxie’s blade. He could tell the blade wasn’t an ordinary profound artifact because he was also a blacksmith. At a glance,...0