A Sixth-Turn Lower Cultivator, and You Dare Block Me?!

The qi light surged mightily, aimed straight at Zhang Yuan's face.

At the sight, Zhang Yuan cursed inwardly.

What bullshit was Wang Baihan spouting? He claimed he would cut down even a direct descendant of the Cui, yet his divine ability targeted only me, passing right over Cui Yuanxi and Xiao Shi.

Seeing the qi light arrive in a flash, Zhang Yuan repeated his old trick, concealing his form and riding golden light to evade the ferocious attack.

Zhang Yuan reappeared behind Wang Baihan, foul qi swirling in his palm. Just as he prepared to deliver a vicious blow, alarm bells suddenly blared in his mind.

"Fellow Daoist, watch your back!"

Beneath the eaves, Cui Yuanxi called out anxiously.

As Cui Yuanxi's words fell, Zhang Yuan whipped his head around.

The qi light that had been on the other side seemed to have crossed space, slashing toward him from just three inches behind.

Zhang Yuan had no time to react, not even to switch to [Ninefold Harmonizing Qi] to defend himself. He could only take it head-on with his flesh.

The qi light crashed against Zhang Yuan's back like a raging torrent, sending him flying to land beside Cui Yuanxi.

When he landed, his back was a mangled mass of flesh and blood, with a gaping hole blasted through it. His ribs on both sides and his internal organs were clearly visible. He looked utterly wretched.

Cui Yuanxi looked closely, on the verge of tears, and said earnestly, "Rest in peace, Fellow Daoist. Though we've known each other for only a day, I will avenge you!"

"Cough, cough..."

As though experiencing a final rally before death, Zhang Yuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, slowly rose, and said hollowly, "Put the revenge aside for now. I'm not dead yet."

Cui