"Ow..." Yan Xuefeng endured the pain and slapped his hand again, scattering a large handful of yellow talismans in an attempt to force Xiao Hua back. Yet a fierce glint flashed through Xiao Hua's eyes. He stretched out his left hand and clamped toward Yan Liwei's neck as though catching a fish. Yan Liwei was greatly alarmed and swung his hand upward to block, but Xiao Hua's arm seemed boneless. It swayed before his eyes and slipped aside with ease, leaving Yan Xuefeng no time to react before, with a slap, it seized Yan Xuefeng by the neck. Naturally, Yan Xuefeng's protective radiance rippled and knocked Xiao Hua's hand aside. But what Xiao Hua did next left everyone staring dumbfounded!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Xiao Hua actually raised his fist and hammered at Yan Xuefeng's neck, while his other hand held the demonic spear tip and repeatedly stabbed at Yan Xuefeng's waist with puff, puff, puff!
"What... what kind of fighting style is this?" Even Qian Tian, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator who had seen much of the world, was somewhat stunned. He truly could not make heads or tails of it!
"Reporting to Uncle-Master Gan..." Helplessness said with a faint blush on his face, fidgeting awkwardly, "This junior's disciple... was originally a Rogue Cultivator. His... his movements... seem somewhat similar to the martial arts of mortals..."
"Martial arts? Oh, this old man does recall something!" Qian Tian came to a realization. "They are somewhat like the body cultivators of our Cultivation World, are they not?"
"Perhaps so. This disciple is not too sure!" Helplessness shrank his neck, deeply ashamed that Xiao Hua had actually brought out the tricks of mortals.
Yan Xuefeng had likely been beaten so badly by Xiao Hua that he was dizzy and disoriented. He flung out