As the Misty Cloud Sect's Grand Elder, he cared most about pomp and rules. This beggar-like man had offended the young sect leader. He was practically asking to die!
Boom!
Yun Leng swept his sleeve, and a powerful wave of pale green Dou Qi erupted instantly!
That was the pressure of a Dou Wang expert!
"Get lost!"
With a cold shout, Yun Leng struck out with his palm from a distance.
"Not good!"
Lying on the ground, Chrysanthemum Guan felt the terrifying pressure of the wind descending from above. His pupils contracted sharply.
This force might not have been as strong as Fa Ma's earlier, but it was still enough to pound his battered body into a puddle of flesh!
"Ninth Soul Skill—damn it! I'm out of mana!"
"Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum! Protect me!"
At death's door, Chrysanthemum Guan could only forcefully draw on the pitiful bit of medicinal dregs' energy inside him. The half-bald chrysanthemum atop his head barely unfurled, releasing a thin layer of golden light.
Bang!!
The golden light shattered instantly!
"Pfft!"
Chrysanthemum Guan flew more than ten meters like a broken rag doll, crashing hard into the lotus pond nearby.
"So this is what the strong are like in another world—"
Floating on the surface of the water, Chrysanthemum Guan gazed at the stars overhead as two streams of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.
Once, he had been a Titled Douluo who could coast on a single skill.
Now, some lousy old man had casually slapped him into being unable to care for himself.
He'd even been beaten limp along with his Martial Soul!
"Oh?"
Yun Leng let out a surprised sound as he looked at the figure in the lotus pond who was somehow still alive. A flicker of astonishment crossed his