Wang Xiu asked, "How about it?"
Yi Xing sneered, "There are people capable of killing me, but they are not from this realm, and they are certainly not you!"
[Ding!]
[Detecting someone bragging nearby. Congratulations, Host, for gaining Mana +888!]
...
Before he could even finish speaking, Yi Xing's expression changed.
A wind rose between the cliffs, making Wang Xiu's white robes stir. The next moment, he appeared in front of Yi Xing and struck down with his palm.
Runic symbols filled the sky. The palm strike descended as if heaven and earth were collapsing. The surrounding ground cracked at an alarming rate, and the dense trees in the distant forest were instantly bent double.
Yi Xing's pupils shrank as he held his greatbow horizontally to block.
CLANG!
A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out as this patch of the void thundered. The cliff face crumbled, and a terrifying power erupted.
All the disciples cried out in alarm and quickly flew to higher ground.
