That blow was one the Daoist would never forget for the rest of his life.
His body was nearly impervious to blades, and his soul had been nurtured to the Night Roaming stage, far surpassing ordinary Qi Sea Realm experts.
The strength of his body and soul was why the Daoist had never panicked, even after being captured.
But he had never imagined that a mere Body Tempering Realm brat could pull out a stick and strike him, nearly shattering his soul with a casual swing.
That single blow had almost wiped out ten years of painstaking cultivation. The agony was beyond words.
"Now you understand what I'm saying, don't you? Hand over the cauldron. I don't have time to waste with you!"
Xu Yi kept swinging the stick in his hand, looking every bit like a thug shaking someone down for money.
The Daoist was practically in tears. Two hundred years ago, when his cultivation was weak, he had suffered no end of bullying from his fellow disciples.
Two hundred years later, after evading yin and yang and peering into life and death, his power had increased more than tenfold. He should have been strutting around and washing away his former humiliation. Who could have guessed that the moment he climbed out of the Yin Pool, a mere Body Tempering Realm rogue would have him on the verge of tears with nothing but a stick?
"Your Excellency, your Excellency, please, please, let's talk this out..."
The Daoist stared at the Wailing Stick and racked his brains, but he couldn't figure out what on earth the thing was.
With his current body, which was almost pure yin, his soul was hidden within it, and he was practically impervious to harm. Even the Extreme Yang Stone would only make his body