Li Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow at the furious Mad Python, then let his aura surge out without restraint.
Ye Lin had said there was no need to hide it, so why should he? There was no reason to hold back anymore.
In an instant, the aura of a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal was laid bare.
Mad Python felt that despair-inducing aura and stared at Li Xiaoyao, dumbfounded. He stood rooted to the spot, his wide eyes fixed blankly on the man before him.
He had considered that Li Xiaoyao might be a late-stage True Immortal, a peak True Immortal, or even a half-step Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
But he had never imagined Li Xiaoyao was a fucking Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
They expected a peak True Immortal like him to fight a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal? Were they insane?
"What's wrong? Weren't you the one who told me to reveal my cultivation? I've done as you wished. So what do you want to do now?"
"Kill me? Go ahead. I'll give you three moves. If you can make me budge within those three moves, you win."
Arms folded, Li Xiaoyao glanced sidelong at Mad Python and spoke calmly.
Mad Python's expression shifted violently. In the end, he dropped to his knees before Li Xiaoyao and begged.
"S-senior, please spare me! Senior, I don't want to die! I offended you earlier, so please forgive me. Senior, just treat me like a fart and let me go!"
Mad Python clung to Li Xiaoyao's leg and pleaded. Fight a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal? He didn't have the nerve. A single breath from one could blow his soul apart.
"Get lost. Killing you wouldn't be any fun anyway."
Li Xiaoyao spoke casually. Mad Python nodded again and again, rolled off the Arena, and vanished