Severing the Weeds by the Roots

"The sword broke?" Ye Qin froze, thinking inwardly, As expected, an ordinary sword is just an ordinary sword. Outer disciples can only be equipped with swords like this.

Unless they bought one with their own money—or came from a wealthy family.

"The sword techniques aren't working. With my current strength, I can't unleash even ten percent of their power—at most, I can manage one percent now. He can't dodge, but he doesn't need to. His immense strength is enough to suppress this sword technique of mine.

Since sword techniques won't work, is there another way?"

A cold smile curled across Ye Qin's lips. His sword techniques were sharp enough to let him challenge opponents above his level, but cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm already possessed some low-grade magic treasures. No matter how low their grade, they still could not be compared to the ordinary iron sword in his hand.

The gap between them could not be made up for by the subtlety of a sword technique.

However, Ye Qin still had a trump card. He had another, far stranger palm technique—the Twilight Palm. Though it was not particularly refined, it was more than enough to deal with many people. Even if he's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he might not be able to withstand the power of the Twilight Palm.

Sword techniques could be blocked, but the power of the Twilight Palm was difficult to resist.

With that thought, Ye Qin rolled across the ground, then sprang up. The power of the Twilight Palm had already condensed and begun circulating in his palm. In the blink of an eye, a powerful and strange force surged forth, mysterious and unfathomable.

Zhao Kai stared in bewilderment and could not help asking curiously, "What kind of cursed technique is that? Why do I