"You-You... You..." He stammered, pointing at Yan Xiaobao. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that Yan Xiaobao's physical strength would be so shocking.
It seemed to be equivalent to Level 8 of Qi Condensation...
Yan Xiaobao slowly turned to look at the short disciple and said: "Can an inner sect disciple really express such rudeness to an elder?"
Then he began to walk forward.
Screaming, the short disciple turned and fled. However, before he could get far, as Yan Xiaobao exerted pressure on him and once again unleashed a powerful slap, a gust of screaming wind swept through the air.
At that moment, a stern, sinister voice came from below.
"Stay your hand!" Suddenly, a newcomer appeared on the scene.
However, Yan Xiaobao paid him no mind. His palm moved too fast, sending the inner sect disciple flying. Teeth rotated in the air, blood splattered. As he flew unconscious to the side, the disciple's neck seemed on the verge of breaking.
