Amid the cries of alarm, Wu Yazhi, dressed in a white robe just like Xu Jixing, landed beside him. His three wisps of white beard stirred though there was no wind. Just as Xu Jixing was about to kneel and pay his respects, Wu Yazhi struck him between the brows with the back of his hand. "You've ruined my reputation. What use do I have for you?"
Xu Jixing didn't even let out a grunt before falling backward. His life wheel emerged, and Wu Yazhi scattered it with another backhand strike.
No one had expected Wu Yazhi to be so ruthless. Xu Jixing had merely lost one bout, yet he'd been disposed of. The entire crowd was stunned.
For a time, countless thoughts passed secretly among the crowd. "No wonder Wu Yazhi's disciples are so few. At this rate, no matter how many disciples he takes in, he'll never have enough to kill."
"You're very strong. In the Fourth Realm of Divine Map, cultivators who reach your level are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. I don't want to kill a talent like you. Become my disciple, and Xu Jixing's life will be my show of sincerity."
Wu Yazhi stared at Xu Yi, his lean, refined face wreathed in smiles. If they hadn't seen him kill with such ruthless brutality, they would surely have thought him a worldly recluse who had attained great cultivation and cared nothing for worldly affairs.
Xu Yi said, "Before accepting someone as my master, I'd at least want to know what he can do. I've never heard of Wu Yazhi, and as for your abilities, I've just seen them. They're nothing special."
Wu Yazhi smiled. "So you're still not convinced. Haha, excellent. Let's trade a few moves, and I'll make sure you're thoroughly