Li Xiaoyao let out a cold laugh.
Trying to make him submit through sheer pressure alone? All he could say was that the old bastard was thinking too highly of himself.
Showing no mercy, Li Xiaoyao directly hurled the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers in his hand, sending them straight at the old man in the distance.
"Hmph. You do have some skill, brat. What a pity."
The old man showed no fear at all. He raised his right hand and struck out with his palm.
In an instant, the space before the old man shattered inch by inch, and the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers were sent flying by a single palm strike.
"That's impossible."
A trace of astonishment flashed through Li Xiaoyao's eyes, and then he threw another punch.
That couldn't be right. Even if Golden Immortals at the ninth level were powerful, he had still been able to fight those he had encountered before.
But how had this old bastard so effortlessly neutralized his attack?
It completely defied common sense.
Facing the golden palm imprint before him, Li Xiaoyao threw a punch and smashed it to pieces.
Seeing this, the old man did not panic in the slightest. Instead, he struck out with another palm.
Elsewhere, Gu Qingzhi fought one against two, fending off attack after attack. Yet she remained on the defensive the entire time, utterly unable to strike back.
Listening to the successive booms in the sky and feeling the terrifying shockwaves, Dugu Feng and Poison Venerable below were shaken to the core.
Putting that mysterious woman aside for the moment, what exactly was going on with Li Xiaoyao?
How could he have become so strong?
His cultivation being at the seventh level of Golden Immortal was one thing, but his combat power was also pressing close