What exactly is that stick?
This strike obviously carries no martial arts aura, absolutely not within the realm of Divine Skills, yet why does it possess such power?
Where have the guards devoured by the suddenly erupting fireballs gone?
A blank mind hummed afterward.
A series of questions swiftly surged into Hua Xiaotian's brain!
"Still want to stop me now? Or rather, do you still want to play tricks!"
With a single strike, Qin Fan retrieved the Prison Fire Stick and turned his back, speaking toward Old Wang.
A stunned consciousness was jolted by Qin Fan's words amidst the chaos.
Wang Anshi, collapsed on the ground, trembled violently.
Having lived for over fifty years, he never knew what it felt like to be at the extreme of fear.
Now, he felt it.
He believed that strike was not the full extent of Qin Fan's power.
