Thud!
The despicable little thief crashed heavily to the ground, dark red blood seeping from his nose and mouth.
His clawed hand was completely twisted, with no telling how many bones had been broken.
He fainted the instant he hit the ground.
At the same time, two daggers gleaming with a dark sheen stabbed toward Wang Chen's back and the vital point at his waist!
Though the two youths were mortals, their moves were swift and vicious, executed with great proficiency.
If a Qi Condensation cultivator was ambushed at close range without Mana armor empowered upon them or a body protection Magic Tool, it would not be inconceivable for them to be killed by mortals.
Wang Chen had not empowered himself with Mana armor.
Nor was he carrying a Magic Tool that could protect him automatically.
But if an ambush like this could wound him, it would be the biggest joke under heaven!
The two daggers stopped three inches away from Wang Chen.
No matter how hard the two youths pushed, their faces flushing red and twisting savagely, they could not force the weapons in their hands forward even half an inch.
By the time the youths realized they had kicked an iron plate, Wang Chen's sweeping sleeve had already lashed heavily against them.
Bang! Bang!
The five youths surrounding Wang Chen were all sent flying four or five zhang away.
Some crashed into other people, while others were blocked by the walls of nearby buildings before rolling to the ground with miserable screams.
Yet these few were the lucky ones.
The dark-faced youth who had ambushed Wang Chen and his companion landed with their bodies completely twisted and deformed, their eyes bulging and mouths hanging open. They were dead beyond doubt.
Wang Chen had always believed in returning an