Li Xuanyi didn't expect Xue An to arrive so quickly. Caught off-guard, he had no choice but to brace himself and clash fists with Xue An.
Bang!
A deep, resounding noise accompanied by a few crisp bone-cracking sounds followed, as Li Xuanyi was sent flying backwards. By the time he steadied himself, the bones below his elbows had been completely shattered.
Li Xuanyi's face twisted in pain, and he looked at Xue An with shock in his eyes.
"Aren't you a Sword Cultivator? How is your fist technique so powerful?"
"Who told you I was just a Sword Cultivator?" Xue An smiled faintly, his eyes suddenly flashing with a cold light.
"That punch just now was just for fun. Now... take this next punch!"
With that, Xue An disappeared from where he stood again.
Li Xuanyi's hair immediately stood on end, his muscles tensed up, and his vigilance heightened to the maximum, afraid of being ambushed by Xue An like before.
But it was all in vain.
