With a single slap, Fang Yu sent Wei Lichen flying. Let alone the current Moon-Covering Sect Grand Elder, even Nangong Wan—who knew Fang Yu was far beyond an ordinary late Core Formation cultivator—was so stunned that she covered her red lips with a jade hand, her beautiful eyes wide as she stood speechless.
Naturally, the most horrified and shocked person was Wei Lichen himself.
He was utterly dazed. Only after crashing into a small mountain did he finally come to a stop, disheveled and covered in dust.
Even so, he was filled with shock and fury. His gaze turned icy as a faint green mist spread from it.
In an instant, the trees, flowers, and grass across the entire hill withered and died, leaving the place steeped in deathly stillness.
As Wei Wuya's descendant, he had naturally inherited the same lineage and cultivated one of the rare poison arts in the cultivation world.
"I advise you not to make a move. Otherwise, next time it will not be just a slap. By then, even if Wei Wuya comes, you will still die. At worst, I'll wipe out the entire Intent Transformation Sect along with you."
Though spoken lightly, those words struck Wei Lichen like a bolt from the blue. His face alternated between green and white. He knew Fang Yu was not bluffing.
Although he had been caught off guard, one could glimpse the whole leopard through a single spot. He could naturally tell that Fang Yu's strength was not much inferior to that of his elder, Wei Wuya. Since Fang Yu dared say such things, it undoubtedly meant he was even stronger than Wei Wuya.
"Who are you, sir? Wei will remember today's matter. Farewell!"
Knowing his skills were inferior, Wei Lichen announced his departure. He believed Fang Yu