"Bang!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed out as his body fell heavily to the ground. The man struggled to stand but fell back down while trying to pull himself up.
When the other man saw this, he drew a long sword from his waist and yelled as he swung it towards Guan Xilin. However, Guan Xilin saw this seemingly fierce strike as child's play and nothing remarkable.
Guan Xilin dodged to the side to avoid the attack, made a fist, and landed a punch with a hidden force between the man's thumb and forefinger. As the sword fell to the ground, a miserable scream echoed, and the cultivator retreated quickly, protecting his injured hand, his face filled with horror as he looked at the black-robed man.
"You, who the hell are you? If you have the guts, tell me your name!" The cultivator just stared at Guan Xilin in shock and kept demanding his name viciously, as if he wanted to settle the score later.
