"Brother, you shouldn't fight right now. Leave this fellow to me." Mu Yingying stepped directly in front of Yan Chi and spoke.
"Your aura?" As Mu Yingying's fighting spirit burst forth, Yan Chi noticed something unusual and asked.
"Yes, it was all thanks to that thing Xiao Yan gave me."
"I've reached mid seven-star Dou Di." Mu Yingying smiled softly.
"Be careful. His poison Dou Qi is no weak thing," Yan Chi reminded her.
"All right." Mu Yingying agreed softly, then tightened her grip on the Immortal Sword.
These two look so unfamiliar. When did the Burning Incense Pavilion recruit them?
That old-looking fellow is only a late seven-star Dou Di. He looks terminally ill, with no fighting strength whatsoever, yet he sends a chill down my spine.
And this handsome young man in front of me... Apart from the seven from Heaven Hall, didn't everyone from the Burning Incense Pavilion who entered the last Sect Tournament die...?
He's a peak seven-star Dou Di. Where did he spring from? One question after another plagued the Myriad Poison Sect's senior brother.
"Heh, letting your mind wander during a fight is a fatal mistake." Xiao Yi had no idea what Du Mo was up to. He darted forward, his fist trailing a brilliant gust as he attacked.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Du Mo dared not let himself get distracted again. His opponent was a peak seven-star Dou Di too, after all. Emerald Dou Qi erupted from him and collided head-on with Xiao Yi's attack.
"That's more like it!"
"Again!" Seeing Du Mo match him blow for blow, Xiao Yi cried out in delight.
Of course, Du Mo had no idea Xiao Yi was holding back. Had Xiao Yi used his full strength, he could probably have killed Du Mo in a single strike.