"Nine-Nine Divine Thunder, gather!" Xuanxiao formed seals with both hands. Nine purple bolts of lightning as thick as barrels descended from the sky, carrying the aura of annihilating everything as they thundered toward the two Peak Mid Saint Stage experts from the Ye Family.
"Cheap tricks!" The white-haired old man snorted. With a wave of his horsetail whisk, an invisible barrier instantly spread open, blocking all nine purple bolts of lightning.
"Old bastard, you've got some skill!" Xuanxiao's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw this, but he immediately sneered and said, "But do you really think the two of you can stop me? What wishful thinking!"
Before his voice had even faded, Xuanxiao's figure turned into an afterimage. In an instant, he appeared in front of the burly middle-aged man and threw a punch!
"Bang!"
With a thunderous boom, the burly middle-aged man did not even have time to react before Xuanxiao's punch sent him flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, vomiting blood.
"Second Brother!" Seeing this, the white-haired old man's eyes nearly split with rage. He roared and swung his horsetail whisk, attacking Xuanxiao.
"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!" Xuanxiao sneered. He neither dodged nor evaded, taking the white-haired old man's strike head-on while simultaneously striking back with his palm, slamming it into the old man's chest.
"Pfft!"
The white-haired old man felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground with his aura weakened.
"Old bastard, this is what happens when you fight me!" Xuanxiao sneered as he walked over to the white-haired old man. He planted one foot on the man's chest and looked down at him, murder flashing in his eyes.
"Xuanxiao, you... you won't die a good death!"