The girl who loved nothing more than watching the excitement craned her neck, staring blankly at her senior brother writhing in pain on the ground. "Master, he attacked him!"
Wang Xian didn't even glance at her. He merely said coolly, "Think it through! Then make your next move!"
Awoo!
One wave had barely settled before another rose.
Seeing his companion gravely injured, the burly man's anger surged. He let out a shout and drew his sword. "You little brat, how dare you hurt my brother! Take my sword!"
Before he finished speaking, the burly man blurred forward. The next instant, he was right in front of Wang Xian.
"Die!"
The burly man roared. The spiritual energy around him surged like a flood dragon emerging from the clouds, carrying an invincible force as he struck at Li Qiye.
"Get lost..."
Wang Xian swept out a palm, like a plum blossom plucked from a snow-covered mountain.
With a BOOM!, he struck in an instant and forcibly blocked the burly man's sword... Even now, he still hadn't drawn his demonic sword.
He had used only the simplest palm strike his martial uncle had taught him back then. It was like the first appearance of ice, pure and peerless.
His palms seemed impervious to all techniques, untouched by all things.
One hand, white as jade, seemed to uphold an entire snowy mountain, like an immortal banished from the ninth heaven.
"Even if an elder of Dragon Valley stood before me, he wouldn't dare act so outrageously!"
Coolly watching the burly man fly back ten zhang, Wang Xian stood with an imposing air. The frost-faced youth seemed like a cold plum blossom on a snowy mountain, ethereal as an immortal.
He let out a faint sigh. "Since you don't want to let me go, then