"You seem very confident that you can save someone from my hands."
The Black-robed Man sneered.
"Confidence comes from strength. Besides, in my eyes, you are pitifully weak!"
Lu Yunxiao's tone was calm, but the contempt within it was exceedingly strong.
Even an unrelated bystander could tell from that single sentence just how deeply Lu Yunxiao despised the Black-robed Man.
It was as if, from beginning to end, this man had never been in his sights at all.
"How presumptuous!"
Upon hearing Lu Yunxiao's words, the Grey-robed Man flew into a rage.
He had run rampant across the continent all his life. When had he ever suffered such contempt from another?
Especially from a youth who had barely come of age.
The Grey-robed Man's fury surged. He snorted coldly, furrowed his brow, then snorted again as he casually shook his sleeve. The space around Lu Yunxiao instantly solidified like lightning, forming a prison that sealed him within.
"Playing with space?"
"You overestimate yourself!"
Lu Yunxiao did not even move his hand. His gaze sharpened, and an invisible ripple spread outward. In an instant, the solidified space around him returned to normal.
"Hm?"
The Grey-robed Man frowned, then stomped on the void. His figure appeared before Lu Yunxiao as though he had teleported, and he sent a plain, unremarkable palm strike drifting toward Lu Yunxiao's chest.
Lu Yunxiao sneered. His eyes turned into swords, and his sharp gaze shot forth like lightning.
The Grey-robed Man's entire body froze. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, blood streaming from his seven orifices.
"What?"
Seriously wounded by a single strike, the Grey-robed Man was horrified and could not help crying out.
Meanwhile, the alchemists who had been struggling desperately all had their eyes light up.
"Break!"
Lu Yunxiao