Qin Shaofeng made no move at all. He merely watched the guard calmly.
Only when the guard's saber came slashing at him did he lazily extend two fingers and swiftly clamp the coldly gleaming blade between them.
Though he did not appear to exert any force, the guard felt as if something before him were blocking his advance.
Especially his saber, which he had carried for years—it was now completely beyond his control.
He was utterly stunned and stared at Qin Shaofeng in disbelief.
Qin Shaofeng merely smiled faintly. "What? Can't move?"
"Then let me help you."
As soon as Qin Shaofeng said that, he lightly moved his fingers, and the treasured saber shattered with a sharp crack.
"How is this possible?"
The guard could not believe it. He was at least a Qi Refining cultivator, and the saber he wore was forged from thousand-year mystic iron. How had it been crushed so easily?
"You're too weak."
Qin Shaofeng remarked disdainfully.
"You!"
The guard's expression changed drastically. With his saber gone, he could only charge at Qin Shaofeng bare-handed.
Yet the moment he drew close, Qin Shaofeng seized his wrist. Then his wrist bent sharply to the right at an unnatural angle, and the pain made him scream at once.
"No! Let go of me now."
He cursed through gritted teeth, but Qin Shaofeng seemed not to hear him and continued twisting his wrist. Before long, with a crack, the guard's hand drooped limply from his wrist.
"Ah!"
The guard howled in despair. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared furiously at Qin Shaofeng, but he no longer had any strength left.
Qin Shaofeng curled his lip and kicked him away, saying somewhat unhappily,
"With abilities like that, you still dared to stop me? What a joke."
He continued forward,