Jiao Wuxing finally reacted, laughing in extreme anger. At this moment, he had also confirmed the other's identity.
"Hehe... hahaha... You're that Xing Ming? The master of a sect, yet you act like a sneaky coward. Such big talk, do you really think you're invincible in your realm?"
He had just repeatedly scanned Li Yan with his divine sense several times, confirming the other's realm.
When Li Yan appeared this time, he did not conceal his aura or hide his realm. He genuinely revealed his initial-stage Golden Core cultivation.
He didn't need to go out alone to do anything shady. Today, when meeting Great Master Wanxiang, he had maintained his true realm for display, which had instead caused Jiao Wuxing to misunderstand.
Jiao Wuxing looked down on mediocre sects like Falling Star Valley, so the information he had was only general.
But he still knew that the current sect master of Falling Star Valley was named Xing Ming, and the other strong expert in his sect to be wary of was Tianxingzi, who had possibly reached the Pseudo-Nascent Soul realm.
However, he had heard that Tianxingzi had gone into seclusion with the previous sect master after the great battle more than twenty years ago and had rarely shown his face since. This information of his was actually quite old.
As for this Elder Zhang, he really did not know him.
Under these circumstances, he decided that the other person was Xing Ming, who was concealing his cultivation, as if others didn't know he was at the late-stage of the Golden Core realm.
Their sect also had a Pseudo-Nascent Soul realm cultivator. At the same time, the cultivation method of the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan" was very special; they were a lineage of poison cultivators that others were unwilling to provoke.
Not only were the poison pills they refined a specialty, but they were also proficient in various alchemy techniques.
For so many years, very few cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage had dared to challenge them at their door. Gradually, the disciples of the sect, from top to bottom, had developed some arrogant habits.
Li Yan ignored Jiao Wuxing's ridicule, still looking at Great Master Wanxiang with a calm face, waiting for his answer.
Seeing that the other person was not joking, Great Master Wanxiang hesitated for a moment before answering carefully.
"Little Friend Zhang, strictly speaking, fighting is not allowed in the city. But as long as there are no deaths, it can usually be smoothed over with some spirit stones. But, two benefactors, is there anything that cannot be discussed..."
Before he could finish his words, Li Yan, beside him, had already taken a step forward and suddenly shouted.
"Get out!"
With one step, Li Yan's body instantly turned into an elongated, illusory black line, sliding forward at high speed. As Li Yan's waist twisted, the power in his abdomen exploded, driving his other foot to lift slightly and kick out. The movement was a single, fluid motion.
With a crisp sonic boom, Li Yan's leg glowed faintly with black light, tearing through the air and striking towards the other's lower abdomen.
He did not use any movement skill, but simply attacked with the force of that one step.
For Jiao Wuxing, he could have dodged it if he wanted to, but Li Yan was certain that this person would not dodge.
Sure enough, seeing the other person completely ignore his existence and launch an attack in the next moment, the sinister look in Jiao Wuxing's eyes grew even more intense, surging out.
So what if the other person had hidden his cultivation? According to the information he had, although Xing Ming was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, he was a true dharma cultivator.
And his own true form was a Ghost Flood Dragon with a tyrannical physical body. His realm had also been at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm for more than three hundred years.
Not only was his magic power as pure as some late-stage Golden Core cultivators, but his physical body was also strong enough to support him in a confrontation with a peak late-stage weak human cultivator.
In a flash of lightning, Li Yan's body slid forward, his leg, transformed into a black line, had already kicked in front of Jiao Wuxing.
With a mocking expression, Jiao Wuxing tilted his body slightly, avoiding his lower abdomen. His left leg, however, was firmly planted on the ground, not yielding an inch. His right leg suddenly lifted at the knee, viciously slamming towards Li Yan's heel.
Inch-force suddenly erupted from his knee. With just a bend and a thrust of his knee, it friction with the surrounding spirit qi, emitting a short, sharp "hiss." A dark light flashed and disappeared outside his black clothes.
The two of them attacked with the force of a thunderbolt, colliding in an instant.
Bang!
With a dull thud, a dazzling spiritual light exploded between the heel and the knee. Then, a visible circular wave of air spread outwards from the point of impact.
A ferocious smile first appeared on Jiao Wuxing's originally sinister and fierce face. But the smile had just begun to bloom when it froze at the corner of his mouth.
Then, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. Immediately after, an immense pain spread throughout his body. In just a short moment, Jiao Wuxing's expression went through a rich series of changes.
The crisp sound of bones cracking came from his knee. It was as if he had kneed a block of ten-thousand-year-old stubborn rock.
Li Yan's line of attack, however, did not change in the slightest. He continued to kick viciously.
Before the immense pain of his shattered bones could spread throughout Jiao Wuxing's body, his body, due to the upward thrust of his knee, had failed to move the other party. The rebound force instead pushed his tilted body forward.
Thus, Jiao Wuxing's body was in a state of being supported by his left leg and falling to the right. But before he could subconsciously try to support himself with his hands, Li Yan's foot had already solidly kicked his right hip.
Another series of crisp bone-shattering sounds. Before Jiao Wuxing's body could bend forward, it was sent flying like a black stone bullet.
All of this happened in a very short time. In the eyes of others, Li Yan rushed forward and kicked out, and Jiao Wuxing quickly lifted his knee to block. Up to this point, the crowd on the side could see clearly.
But then, the movements of the two seemed to suddenly go from slow to extremely fast. The sounds that followed were all strung together.
In the eyes of everyone except Great Master Wanxiang, everything was just a blur of afterimages. Amidst a dense series of sounds, a black shadow was sent flying heavily.
The black shadow quickly passed through the shop door. Only then was a painful grunt heard in the air.
With another "boom" of something heavy hitting the ground, the scene before everyone's eyes froze. In front of them was only one figure left, Li Yan.
As Li Yan slowly retracted his leg, his other hand had already waved his large sleeve, directly dispersing the strong airwave that was spreading outwards. The low-level disciples around were not affected in the slightest.
While everyone was still in a state of shock, Li Yan's figure suddenly disappeared again. In the next moment, he appeared in front of Jiao Wuxing outside the shop.
Jiao Wuxing was half-crouched, the shattered stones beneath him shooting outwards, emitting sharp whistling sounds.
This caused the surrounding pedestrians to dodge one after another, shouting in anger.
Many of the shattered stones hit the hem of Li Yan's robe, who had arrived like a shadow, like arrows, and instantly turned into dust.
Li Yan landed with his feet one in front of the other. His front foot was right in front of the bent and crouched Jiao Wuxing. With a blank expression, Li Yan's back leg suddenly pushed off the ground, and his front leg suddenly bent at the knee and lunged forward.
The moment his front leg lunged, the hem of his robe instantly tightened, emitting a crisp "snap."
And Li Yan's shin, with the force of this lunge and bend, slammed heavily into Jiao Wuxing's face.
Li Yan had arrived from the shop like a shadow, like a ghostly apparition. Jiao Wuxing, in the pit of rubble, had not reacted at all. He was still immersed in the immense pain in his body.
Then, Jiao Wuxing felt his face being smashed by an iron rod. His crouched body was sent flying again like a black stone.
This time, it was not like when he fought with Li Yan in the shop, where the two deliberately collided. The moment he was attacked, due to years of walking the line between life and death, a protective light shield instinctively flashed around his body.
The light flashed.
With a "bang" that exploded in the air, Jiao Wuxing's body plowed a deep furrow in the hard stone street, sliding into the distance.
He only slowly came to a stop after sliding for more than ten zhang.
At this time, the spiritual power shield around Jiao Wuxing's head had already dissipated into specks of spiritual light. Thin lines of blood flowed from his seven orifices, including his mouth and eyes.
His nose, like a thin white line, was caved in. His long hair was disheveled, and the face revealed between the strands of hair was very ferocious.
Since he couldn't kill him, Li Yan had held back. But if Jiao Wuxing had not had the protection of his spiritual power just now, it would be hard to say if his head would still be intact.
If he couldn't kill him, then leaving him with a demonic core would also count as him being alive.
At least, that's what Li Yan thought.
In the distance, Li Yan slowly straightened up, not chasing after him again. He looked at Jiao Wuxing with a calm gaze and seemed to be muttering to himself.
"Spend some spirit stones? The sect should be able to afford it!"
At this time, from the shop behind, Great Master Wanxiang and the others had already rushed out.
Looking at the scene before them, the others were dumbfounded. Even Great Master Wanxiang was in a daze for a moment.
"He! He's so strong!"
Su Yuan and Xie Tongyi looked at each other. They could both see the shock in each other's eyes. They had never expected this new elder to be so dominant, attacking as soon as he spoke.
What was most surprising was Elder Zhang's strength. Jiao Wuxing had come in fast, but he had flown out of the shop even faster.
The customers who followed out of the shop were all shocked. Some of them were familiar with this shop. In the past, they had only thought of it as a second-rate sect that had come to try its luck.
This was the first time they had seen the power behind Su Yuan. There was an expert who could easily defeat a master of the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan," and his methods were extremely explosive.
In a short period of time, it was all hard-hitting confrontations, which deeply stung the senses of everyone who witnessed this scene!
At this time, a crowd had gathered outside the shop. Suddenly, someone was thrown out of a shop and smashed onto the ground, which naturally attracted the attention of passersby, who stopped to watch.
Jiao Wuxing wiped the blood from his face and was slowly getting up from the ground with difficulty. His face seemed to be seriously injured, but in fact, under the protection of the spiritual power shield, it was caused by the powerful shock.
The real injuries were on his lower body. The bones in his right knee and the root of his thigh were already shattered in many places. He could only rely on one leg to support himself on the ground with effort.
The muscles on Jiao Wuxing's face were twitching violently. He shook his still somewhat dizzy head and looked at the figure in front of him.
Someone in the surrounding crowd had already recognized Jiao Wuxing.
"This person is Jiao Wuxing of the Ghost Flood Dragon Clan. He's at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, yet he was beaten like this. This..."
"Who is that person? His methods are so ruthless, truly as aggressive as fire..."
"Fellow Daoist Jiao, who are you facing..."
For a time, discussions arose all around. They stared at the two people in the field, their eyes filled with suspicion, excitement, and even schadenfreude.
In the Sacred Demon City, there wasn't that much respect for Golden Core cultivators. Among the cultivators on the streets, two or three out of ten might be Golden Core cultivators.
So when they saw the excitement, even though they saw a Golden Core cultivator was injured, there was no fear in their words.
Some who knew Jiao Wuxing didn't care about his face and even asked him directly.
And just at this moment, several people were rushing towards them from a distance. Li Yan also focused his gaze on the distance.
At this time, Great Master Wanxiang's voice came from behind him.
"This is the Demon Guard Army. They are responsible for the city's security! There will be some trouble later!"
"They're not too fast, nor too slow. From the time Jiao Wuxing attacked and injured Su Yuan until now, eight or nine breaths have passed. If it were an all-out assassination attempt, many people would have died by now."