"Young Master Ning, let's each take one."
Seeing the two white-haired elders make their move, Hua Qinglian's expression immediately grew several degrees more solemn. A trace of resolve appeared on his delicate face, and Ning Xiaochuan inwardly cried that he could not bear it.
Stepping forward, Ning Xiaochuan shook his head. "No need. Rest to the side for a moment. I'll handle them alone."
Bang! Ning Xiaochuan threw a punch directly, smashing it into one white-haired elder's fist.
A fierce force surged forth, instantly battering the white-haired elder senseless.
A bewildered look filled the white-haired elder's face. His arm let out a crisp crack, twisting into an exaggerated shape, before he himself was sent flying backward. He hit the ground and rolled far into the distance.
Meanwhile, the other white-haired elder had seized the opportunity to sneak up before Ning Xiaochuan. His two fingers faintly glowed with an oppressive purple hue as they struck Ning Xiaochuan's ribs.
"Boy, this Purple Light Handprint is a secret art I cultivated bitterly for two hundred years. It is incomparably formidable; whoever touches it will die. You... huh? Why are you completely unharmed?"
Ning Xiaochuan blinked and swung out his palm, sending the remaining white-haired elder flying with a single slap.
Now he was certain that Hua Qinglian had not deceived him. These two white-haired elders were, at most, only slightly stronger than those young disciples of the Immortal Spirit Families from earlier.
More than a dozen of those young disciples had surrounded and attacked Ning Xiaochuan, only to be killed by him all the same. Now that these two white-haired elders had joined forces against him and ended up like this, there was nothing strange about it.
Whoosh!
Just as Ning Xiaochuan dealt with both white-haired elders with a punch and a palm