The middle-aged cultivator revealed a disdainful sneer, took a step, and his ponderous body charged towards Xi Lin. As he got close to Xi Lin, he threw a punch at a tricky angle aimed at Xi Lin's abdomen. Xi Lin was already injured; one more heavy blow, and he was certain to lose.
Luo Shu's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Xi Lin, curious to see if he could evade the opponent's punch.
Xi Lin, as if he had anticipated the opponent's move, suddenly halted his steps when he was half a step away from the middle-aged cultivator. At the same time, he twisted his body at an inconceivable angle, dodging the powerful attack.
As they brushed past each other, Xi Lin quickly launched a counterattack, striking the middle-aged cultivator's back with a heavy palm.
A look of disbelief flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged cultivator, he felt a surging in his chest, his face turned red, and he involuntarily spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
