Shi Yangzi merely swayed his body and instantaneously regained his clarity.
From that single thunderous shout, he deduced that the newcomer's cultivation was certainly no less than his own, perhaps even greater. What was more, it was highly likely that the person was the senior of the Daoist boy in front of him. If only one had come, he might handle it, but if two or three showed up, escape would be impossible.
Hence, his most prudent choice now was to avoid clashing head-on. But his eyes first showed a trace of hesitation, followed by a flash of cunning malice.
His gaze hardened as he let out a low grunt. Instead of retreating, he flicked his finger, and a streak of white light spun midair—heading directly to kill Zhang Pan, with a clear intent that he would stop at nothing short of his death.
