Duan Qiankun took a deep breath and abruptly flew backward.
With his words, he had already bought the Duan Family cultivators enough time to react.
Next, he needed to eliminate all the enemies as quickly as possible.
The instant he flew back, a massive fist smashed into where he had stood.
A fierce blast of force erupted.
It directly blasted a giant pit several yards deep into that stretch of forest.
"What terrifying strength!"
Duan Qiankun's pupils contracted as he identified his opponent.
"Battle Hall, Wang Yuan!"
Behind the fiery-red fist shadow, a figure clad in hemp clothes emerged.
He stared at Duan Qiankun, his gaze burning with fanaticism.
"Foundation Establishment True Cultivator, Duan Qiankun!"
"Today, I'll use you to test my moves."
As the words fell, his fist shot out.
Surging blood and qi coiled around his fist.
Duan Qiankun gave a cold laugh at the sight.
"Brute!"
His body moved like a swallow as he circled through the sky. He held two fingers together like a sword and traced an arc.
Hiss...
The surging blood and qi abruptly stalled. Wang Yuan lowered his head.
His hemp clothes had shattered, revealing a deep sword scar so ghastly it shocked the eye.
The Top-Grade Magic Tool He Luo Sword returned to Duan Qiankun's side, circling him like a swimming fish.
The aged man sneered. "You possess strength enough to shake mountains, yet you cannot harm this old man in the slightest. A Body Cultivator? Nothing but a crooked path and heretical way cast aside by the tide of the age!"
"A crooked path can still kill you!"
Wang Yuan roared, stepping into the Rising Dragon Step. A single step carried him ten yards.
Vigorous blood and qi wound around the fists clad in golden gloves.
He threw a devastating punch.