C97 (1/2)

Everyone cried out in alarm.

”Boom!”

With a loud bang, Pan Xing's attack missed. The pitch black blade hit the hard red sandstone, and a one-meter-long mark that was an inch deep appeared.

Pan Xing snorted coldly as he sensed the intense coldness behind his back. He instantly turned around and held the blade in front of him.

Ling Yan's fist, which was accompanied by a gust of wind, landed heavily on the pitch-black blade.

A sound like metal striking metal rang out. From the point of contact between the two attacks, it seemed as if a ripple was spreading in all directions. The air was slightly distorted from the pressure, and a powerful counterforce was suddenly transmitted!

Pan Xing's expression flickered as he staggered backward a few steps before regaining his balance.

Damn, this brat had such great strength!

On the other hand, Ling Yan's body sank and his right foot stomped on the ground. Amidst the violent tremors, Ling Yan's body was only able to take one step back. It was as if a big tree had taken root.

”Aren't you very stable? You're just so-so.” Ling Yan sneered. Compared to a body refining martial artist, he was still a bit too tender.

”You're courting death!”

Ling Yan's aura was too strange. A martial practitioner at the peak of the Mortal Body realm actually caused him to subconsciously feel fear. Moreover, when he was within three meters of Ling Yan, he could clearly feel the blood in his body becoming restless, and that his strength had been slightly affected.

”I've heard these words many times, and I'm still fine. Can you help? You didn't drink milk when you were young? ” Ling Yan smiled and shook his head. ”Listening to you speak, I can't help but have a sense of superiority in IQ.”

The moment Ling Yan said this, everyone in the crowd burst into laughter. In front of Pan Xing, only Ling Yan would dare to say something like that.