Xi Yingchen tossed Leng Che aside with a flick of his wrist.

Bang!

The unexpected sound of a muffled explosion came from the servant’s body and Leng Che coughed up a nasty mouthful of blood.

“You… you destroyed one of my arcane dao fruits!” Leng Che howled hoarsely, his voice losing any semblance of an even tone. He was a two-fruit arcane dao expert, but Xi Yingchen had taken one away in an instant!

The powerhouses nearby gasped in wary unison. What was a dao fruit?

A marvelous artifact of the greatness of creation, an impregnable fruit that contained immeasurable power. 

However, Xi Yingchen had crushed one with the most cursory of gestures!

If he was the leading disciple of the Destiny City lord, how much stronger was his master?

“Scram, unless you want to lose your other fruit.”...