"Hah!" Just as he was about to hit the ground, Ji Fazi roared furiously. The lightning wings on his back beat with all their might, sending a burst of lightning flaring out and arresting his fall in midair. Just a little more-just that tiny fraction-and he would have touched the ground.
"Cough, cough!" Ji Fazi coughed several times, spewing mouthful after mouthful of blood. Both his arms hung limply at his sides, clearly badly injured. Even the small hammer and short spike Spiritual Artifacts in his hands had lost their luster, with fine cracks appearing across them.
"Whoa!" The spectators erupted into cheers. That was far too fierce! Two punches had sent Ji Fazi flying. No wonder Li Xiaoya dared call himself the number one Core Condensation cultivator under heaven! Little did they know that the claim had merely been Dong Santong boasting to rile up Qi Qinglong.
How is that possible? Is this fellow a Body Refiner too? Qi Haitian stared in shock, crying out inwardly as his expression turned utterly grim.
"He's that powerful?" Hai Mei looked equally stunned.
The cultivators from the other five households looked no better. Their faces were ashen, and they hated Li Xiaoya to the marrow of their bones.
"Wow! Li Xiaoya!" Suddenly, a mortal woman in the crowd let out a shriek.
"Li Xiaoya!"
"Li Xiaoya!"
"Li Xiaoya!"
"Li Xiaoya!"
The entire audience was set ablaze, shouting Li Xiaoya's name with all their might, though the women's voices seemed to rise far above the men's.
Such powerful body-tempering arts! The Nine Profound Fairy drew a startled breath. Others had not seen it, but she had seen it perfectly clearly: when Li Xiaoya struck Ji Fazi, he had pulled his punches slightly, apparently not using his full strength.
"..." Flames streamed from Li