No Rank 7 cultivator jumped out to mock Chen Yi.
They were all Rank 7. They knew what kind of people Rank 7 cultivators were.
The fools would have died long ago. Since Chen Yi dared to say such things, he either had another motive or had confidence in his own strength.
Several Rank 7 cultivators exchanged glances and reached an understanding.
An Xinyou flew out with a smile on his face, but before he could speak, Chen Yi's left hand had already come down.
Since this was a probe, there was no need for pointless talk.
A Flame Palm ten thousand meters wide descended with incomparably powerful pressure.
An Xinyou, who had been displeased by Chen Yi's aggressiveness, instantly underwent a drastic change in expression.
His body, which had just risen into the air, slammed fiercely into the cracked space below.
An Xinyou, who followed the path of literature, could not even keep his footing beneath the palm.
How could he be this strong?!
An enormous Profound Yellow Dharma Body appeared, attempting to hold up the descending Flame Palm.
Bang!
Crack!
A dull impact rang out alongside the sound of something shattering.
Though An Xinyou had not been directly struck, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Profound Yellow Dharma Body was directly linked to his inner world.
He himself was fine, but the Profound Yellow Dharma Body was on the verge of breaking.
For a Profound Yellow Dharma Body without the amplification of soldiers to withstand a slap from Chen Yi, An Xinyou had clearly invested no small amount of resources into it.
Looking somewhat disheveled, An Xinyou roared, "Chen Yi! You're courting death!"
"Do you really think I can't defeat you?"
A book floated beside An Xinyou, and characters flew out one after another.
"Guard