“Why you are so weak?” Chen Feng said scornfully while facing Zhao Quan’s attacks, a look of indifference on his face.

“Exploding Shadow!”

Finally, Zhao Quan howled out. All the grasping palm silhouettes he unleashed merged into one before abruptly erupting outwards all at the same time. This time, it was not aimed at the stone box in Chen Feng’s hand. Instead, the grasping silhouettes were aiming at Chen Feng’s neck.

Kacha!

A loud sound rang out as the grasping palm silhouettes disappeared. Zhao Quan’s palm dangled limply. Chen Feng had broken his wrist.

Next, Chen Feng performed a casual shove, causing a series of bone-cracking sounds to ring out. Zhao Quan then cried out wretchedly as he was thrown backwards.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Three consecutive sword beams shot towards Chen Feng. One amongst the sword beams – the fastest one – gave Chen Feng a sense of danger.

The three sword beams blasted the hard ground, creating three deep holes. As for Chen Feng, he dodged the three sword beams and stood not far away from the spot.

“What is this? Are you planning on bullying me through sheer numbers?” Chen Feng sneered while keeping the stone box in his h...