In a flash, Du Xuan Immortal Monarch was already in front of Lü Yang, throwing a punch. His speed was so immense it even surpassed the lock of spiritual perception.
The next second, however, the distance between them suddenly widened.
"Back! Back! Back!"
Lü Yang's voice boomed. With every word he spoke, Du Xuan Immortal Monarch watched the distance between them grow, as if space itself was stretching to infinity.
Clearly, Lü Yang understood his own strengths and weaknesses. His strength, of course, was the miraculous nature of the Yellow Court; within its bounded space, he was nearly omnipotent. His weakness was that his Dharma Body and spiritual perception were still only at the Early Stage of Golden Core. If Du Xuan Immortal Monarch got into close quarters, he would be instantly obliterated.
Besides, Du Xuan Immortal Monarch looked like an old man.
