"You...."
"Too weak," Yan Xiaobao said, looking like a profound master, standing alone in the world, unable to find a worthy opponent. Sighing, he took a step forward and appeared directly in front of another Level 4 Qi Condensation cultivator.
The burly man let out a wild shout, causing the power of the cultivation base to surge, and the Flying Sword tilted towards Yan Xiaobao at the fastest speed. However, due to the Immortal Eternal Life Skill and his immortal iron skin, Yan Xiaobao's physical body had reached a shocking level. He easily dodged the sword and then attacked again with his right fist.
A heatwave burst forth, and the man let out a tragic scream. As he spun backward, blood sprayed everywhere. He had nothing to catch onto and fell about thirty meters away, his insides vibrating painfully. He couldn't even stand; he just lay there, seemingly struggling to keep his life.
"Too weak," Yan Xiaobao said, shaking his head. Then he turned to look at the trembling Chen Fei.
