"Die!"
The purple-robed old man leaped high into the air, his face twisted beyond measure, his eyes filled with vicious ferocity and venom. As his body rose, it brought with it a wave of chilling pressure. Not a trace remained of the gentleness he had shown moments ago.
Li Yan had already been half-crouched in vigilance. Under the suppression of that icy, terrifying power, his body instantly sank a little lower. The veins on his forehead bulged sharply, as though they might burst and spray blood at any moment.
Yet he still laboriously raised his long saber. His body trembled slightly as his other hand suddenly gripped the hilt as well. Holding the saber with both hands, he swept it upward from below. Seeing this, the purple-robed old man's heart brimmed with endless mockery.
Not one of the cultivators who fell into his hands had obediently killed themselves. All of them hoped for some miracle, believing themselves to be the one exception. Yet the results were always laughable!
Still, he would not underestimate any cultivator who appeared here. Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. As a Body Integration Cultivator, he had long understood this simple truth.
"Boom!"
A thunderous blast erupted from the point where the long saber struck the black staff. At the same time, crimson flames and white icy chill surged upward. Intense heat and freezing cold intertwined, instantly turning into even more mist that shrouded the surrounding space...
The purple-robed old man's leaping body did not smash Li Yan apart like a mountain being cleaved in two, as he had imagined. Instead, his own body jolted violently in midair.
The next instant, an incomparably heavy rebounding force surged through his arms, which were filled with immense spiritual power, as though a bolt