A sudden gust of wind pressure struck Ye Xiu from behind, making his body sway as he nearly lost his footing and fell forward uncontrollably.
Just as the cultivators present were about to enjoy the spectacle,
a breeze from nowhere arrived at precisely the right moment, blocking Ye Xiu's path.
With the support of that gust, his nearly toppling body managed to regain its balance at the critical moment.
With a forceful twist of his waist, he dropped into a stance and straightened himself again.
"Are you kidding me? He didn't even fall like that?"
An annoyed curse came from among the cultivators behind him.
Before Ye Xiu could speak, Xu Qing beside him reached back with a cold expression and grabbed at the air.
Whoosh.
A streak of white light shot straight through the air.
The mid-stage Core Formation cultivator who had made his move felt an inexplicable sense of danger rise in his heart. Instinctively, he gathered spiritual power and rolled to the side.
Bang.
The gleaming white light grazed past the cultivator's face, leaving a long mark behind.
After shattering the cultivator's defense, the speeding white light did not slow in the slightest. It continued onward until it embedded itself in the stone stele overhead, only then coming to a stop.
"Huff."
The cultivator who had fallen to the ground let out a long breath of stale air, cold sweat pouring all over his body.
Judging from the power of that white light, if it had struck him squarely between the brows, his head would likely have been blasted apart as well.
Having just taken a turn through the gates of hell, anger immediately rose on the cultivator's face.
"Outsider, are you looking to die?!"
Following his furious roar, his companions on either side also drew crude