He had only just scraped into the Late-Stage Qi Cultivation, not even close to glimpsing the threshold of Foundation Establishment. In Xu Yunfan's eyes, he was no different from an ant on the ground.
A formless, intangible pressure, heavy as a mountain and unique to a Foundation Establishment Daoist Master, naturally emanated from him. The youth let out a muffled grunt, his face instantly turning from flushed to pale. His body shook violently, his knees buckling as he nearly collapsed.
But he abruptly straightened his spine and forced himself to remain standing. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Xu Yunfan, his gaze a mixture of bone-deep hatred and desperate madness.
"Xu… Daoist Master Xu!"
The youth's voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had taken all his strength just to utter those three words.
