Qin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. What terrifying attack speed.
So far, Xiao Jian was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.
This old man's Cultivation had already reached the Realm of Mahayana Perfection.
Even Qin Yi didn't dare underestimate Cultivation like that.
In the blink of an eye, just as the white light was about to hit Qin Yi, a brilliant Star and Moon Symbol flared in the center of Qin Yi's palm.
Xiao Jian's attack was instantly forced to change direction, blasting apart a long-collapsed ruin a hundred meters away.
Xiao Jian froze. How had his attack suddenly changed direction?
"Brat, how did you do that?"
The corner of Qin Yi's mouth curled up. "If you want to know, beat me first."
Xiao Jian snorted coldly. The aura around him surged to a terrifying level, distorting the air within several hundred meters.
"Brat, try my Shaking Heaven Palm."
