"What, you want to win with numbers?"
Dao Wuji chortled as he summoned his saber from his conscious pool and hefted it against his shoulder. "Come, come, come. Let your grandpa, me, play with you for a bit."
A spiritual cultivator in his forties looked at Dao Wuji indifferently. He stomped against the ground and shot toward Dao Wuji.
He thrust out a punch, thinking that it would be able to send this pretty boy flying instantly…
Yet who knew…
He, who charged over, was the one who got bounced back.
Not only that, the speed at which he flew out had doubled. Dao Wuji's punch gave him a nosebleed as he flipped through the air, screaming.
The expressions of the several hundred spiritual cultivators sank at the same time, regarding Dao Wuji as a formidable enemy.
They were aware of that companion's cultivation.
He was a full level-seven spiritual cultivator, yet he didn't even last one move against this pretty boy!
