The projectiles Ye Xuan had launched weren't ordinary hidden weapons. They were the very Self-Destructive Flame Beads Zhao Wei had traded him.
A single Self-Destructive Flame Bead was equivalent to a full-power strike from an Earth Martial Artist. The man in black could have blocked it, but because he'd underestimated Ye Xuan, a mere Martial Master of the Third Layer, his carelessness earned him a minor injury.
"You damn brat! How dare you ambush me? You're courting death!"
The man in black was enraged. His body moved like a bolt of lightning as he circulated his Profound Power. With a sudden palm strike, he cleaved through the smoke in front of him. A formidable black energy erupted from his hand and shot forward violently.
A series of THWAPS echoed out as the ground before him was instantly ripped apart, leaving a terrifying, crisscrossing web of ravines shrouded in dust and smoke.
Yet, there wasn't a single drop of blood on the ground. His attack had clearly missed its mark.
