"Who goes there?!"
The other thugs looked terrified and shouted loudly.
Before they could react, they discovered that a cultivator had already closed in on them.
He was not tall, but he moved with astonishing speed. Golden light coiled around his fist, and with a single punch, he sent one thug vomiting blood and crashing to the ground.
Another thug panicked and drew his blade, slashing at the figure.
But halfway through the swing, someone caught his forearm.
The man twisted hard, snapping the thug's forearm.
The thug cried out in pain, but before he could scream more than a few times, he was kicked flying. His chest churned like rivers and seas, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The remaining burly thug had deeper cultivation. He barely managed to exchange a few moves, but the more he fought, the more alarmed he became.
This cultivator of unknown identity was clearly also at Qi Refining, yet his aura was incredibly robust. His attacks were swift and fierce, his fist technique polished, and it was obvious that its grade was far from low.
Every time their fists collided, he felt his own hand go numb from the impact, as though the bones inside were about to shatter.
Under his opponent's fierce assault, he could only endure the blows passively. He could not strike back at all.
He could not have held on for long in the first place. Barely surviving those few exchanges had already been his limit.
Sure enough, after several moves, the bones in his fist shattered. The pain was unbearable, and his body paused for an instant, exposing a weakness.
His opponent flashed to his side. His fist rose from below, golden light spilling everywhere, and one punch broke his arm.
The burly man grunted miserably