Xiao Pofeng's eyes widened. "What kind of cultivation technique is this? Why have I never seen it before?"
Rumble!
The black handprint was completely reversed and slammed back toward Xiao Pofeng.
Xiao Pofeng hurriedly dodged, but the shockwave still caught him, and a thin trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" He shook his head frantically. "You're just a rogue cultivator. How could you possibly know such an advanced technique?"
Lin Yi didn't answer. Instead, he pressed his advantage.
He moved like lightning, closing in on Xiao Pofeng in an instant.
He threw a punch, and the force of it howled through the air!
Xiao Pofeng hurriedly blocked, only to discover that the punch's force was strangely deceptive.
It looked fairly ordinary, but when it landed, it felt like Mount Tai crashing down on him!
Thud!
He was sent flying and tumbled across the ground several times before coming to a stop.
The surrounding men in black were all dumbstruck.
Elder Xiao Pofeng had actually been beaten into such a sorry state by a young man?
"Elder!" Several men in black rushed forward to help Xiao Pofeng up.
Xiao Pofeng pushed them away and struggled to his feet.
His face was as pale as paper. He was clearly badly injured.
"Who are you, really?" He glared at Lin Yi. "You can't possibly be an ordinary rogue cultivator!"
Lin Yi sneered. "I'm just Lin Yi. Nothing more."
"No!" Xiao Pofeng shook his head. "Someone who can master a heaven-defying technique like that can't be a nobody!"
Suddenly, he thought of something, and his expression changed. "Could you be Yun Tianxing's disciple?"
Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his expression calm. "You're overthinking it."
"It must be!" The more Xiao Pofeng thought about