Swoosh!
A gaunt Martial Artist shot out violently from beneath the precipice, curling his palm into a seal, stirring up a raging storm that swept across several hundred meters, hurtling toward Xu Yang with unstoppable, overwhelming force.
Xu Yang was slightly taken aback.
Just now, he had been so stunned by the environment here that he lost focus for a moment, failing to notice someone hidden below.
"True Monarch Middle Realm?"
Xu Yang's gaze turned cold, and he threw a punch.
"Courting death!"
The gaunt Martial Artist sneered.
He was, after all, at the Peak of Middle Realm of True Monarch, battle-hardened after a hundred fights.
Boom!
A figure let out a miserable scream as he was sent flying.
But mid-air, he suddenly froze.
Xu Yang took a step forward, ghostlike, appearing right before the gaunt Martial Artist, grinning as the latter stared in terror.
Slap!
With a palm, he slapped the gaunt Martial Artist down into the abyss, while a Storage Ring hovered in the air.
