The Dragon Head Staff, Symbol of the Male Immortal

How exactly had Senior Disciple Brother taught such a monster?

Just as Yunxiao was overwhelmed by shock beyond measure.

Yang Jian turned around.

He walked up to Yunxiao, scratched his head, and asked in a tone carrying a hint of seeking praise.

"Martial Uncle, my performance was alright, wasn't it?"

Yang Jian's voice pulled Yunxiao back from her immense shock.

Looking at this martial nephew before her, his face carrying a touch of youthful pride, she found herself at a loss for words.

Alright?

This was far more than merely alright!

This was simply outrageous!

With the cultivation of a late-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, he had slain someone of the same realm with a single glance—and it had even been an ancient ferocious beast that had revealed its true form!

Even if she herself faced that Nine-Headed Serpent Demon, though she was confident of victory, at most she could severely wound or drive it back.

To directly erase it from its very roots as Yang Jian had done was simply impossible!

Senior Disciple Brother's disciple truly was, just like Senior Disciple Brother himself, a monster beyond all ordinary reason!

Yunxiao took a deep breath and forcibly calmed her heart, which was still pounding wildly.

She extended her slender jade hand and gently patted Yang Jian's shoulder. Her gentle beautiful eyes brimmed with undisguised praise and admiration.

"More than alright."

"Martial Nephew, you have truly opened your martial uncle's eyes."

"It seems that from now on, whenever Martial Uncle ventures outside, I'll have to rely on you to protect me."

She said it half-jokingly.

Hearing Yunxiao's praise, Yang Jian's heart practically burst into bloom.

To earn the approval of this gentle and powerful martial uncle Yunxiao gave him a greater sense of accomplishment than killing ten Daluo Golden Immortals.

"Hehe, Martial