C1173 Soul Attack

Qin Ming's gaze lingered on Wang Zhenwei's gleaming silver swords as he inwardly sighed. If only he had his gloves, he wouldn't have had to switch to using his palm earlier. A single punch would have been enough; a Martial Saint lacking such strength couldn't withstand his blow.

"Give it your all, or... you'll die!"

Qin Ming withdrew his gaze and spoke coolly. Wang Zhenwei had been holding back