Above Lin Village, Zi Tian fought four True Great Yi Immortals alone.
At first, they were evenly matched, locked in a stalemate.
But as time passed, he gradually fell into a disadvantage, so he called for Zhang Xuan.
"Master, this disciple can't hold on much longer!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xuan flashed into the air and faced the four True Great Yi Immortals.
"Where did this wet-behind-the-ears brat come from?"
With the system concealing him from outside detection, the four True Great Yi Immortals sensed no cultivation fluctuations from Zhang Xuan and sneered at him with contempt.
Didn't they have the sense to think? If he had no cultivation, how could he instantly flash into the sky?
Seeing them look down on his Master, Zi Tian angrily began to cast another technique, but Zhang Xuan raised his head to stop him.
Zhang Xuan looked at the four True Great Yi Immortals before him and let out a scornful laugh.
"Brat, if you don't want to die, get lost. We are not people who slaughter without reason," the four True Great Yi Immortals said arrogantly.
Zhang Xuan said nothing, but a Great Yi Mysterious Immortal technique was already gathering in his hand.
"Brat, you dare disregard our words? Then don't blame us for what happens next."
Just as they were about to cast their techniques and attack Zhang Xuan, boom! A tyrannical force of a Great Yi Mysterious Immortal descended upon the four True Great Yi Immortals.
"You, you are..."
"Ahhhhhh..."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before they could finish speaking, the bodies of the four True Great Yi Immortals exploded into blood mist. Four spirit souls drifted out of the mist, hovering blankly in the air.
Zhang Xuan clicked his tongue and turned to Zi Tian, whose face was filled with admiration.