Just then, Han Yuan suddenly felt a fierce wind rush past his ear.
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He instinctively looked up, only to see a gigantic azure palm print sweep past him and across the battlefield, its momentum vast and majestic, with the faint sound of a dragon's cry.
Roar!
Before anyone could react, the palm print had already struck a Devil Cultivator in front of Han Yuan.
Boom!
The Devil Cultivator took the palm strike squarely. His protective spiritual power burst apart, and even the small triangular shield he had summoned was smashed to pieces.
He did not even have time to scream. His body twisted as he flew backward over a hundred feet and crashed heavily into a pile of rubble. His bones and sinews shattered, and he lost consciousness on the spot, his fate unknown.
The sudden turn of events left the other Devil Cultivator dazed. Before he could react, in that instant of distraction-
The Green Bamboo Short Staff appeared behind his head and struck him solidly.
Crack!
He felt tremendous force penetrate his skull, and his vision went black. A strange force likewise sent him flying sideways. He smashed through several trees before stopping, following in his companion's footsteps and losing all ability to fight.
Han Yuan stared blankly at everything unfolding before him.
A youth had appeared not far in front of him at some unknown point.
The youth looked only fifteen or sixteen. He wore nothing but a short jacket on his upper body, with a string of copper coins around his neck and a wine gourd tucked at his waist.
With a casual beckon, the Green Bamboo Short Staff flew back into his hand, and he tucked it away at his waist.
Only after finishing all this did the youth free up a hand to