Even the strongest innate divine strength could never compare to an Ancient Cultivator at the Great Dao Realm.
With a single slap, he directly sent the eager-to-merit security officer spinning multiple times through the air.
Without a shred of hesitation, Zhao Wujiang swung his legs over his motorcycle, pulled off a dashing drift, breached the weakened blockade, and sped away into the distance.
Chapter 381