Xu Yangyi smiled, his smile carrying a modicum of coldness. At this point, the two people in front of him had drawn themselves up to full height. He could see their Qi Condensation qi swelling. The spiritual pressure release of two middle Qi Condensation cultivators was enough to make ordinary people feel a mysterious shudder, but to him, this was nothing but a cup of water on a burning cart.

“Huh?” The bouncers’ gazes stirred. “I didn’t think you cultivated too.”

“But with your essence that’s so weak we can’t even sense it, you’re not getting in.”

“So beat it! Yellow monkey!”

The pair finished speaking, and the spiritual pressures of middle Qi Condensation dramatically exploded, surging forth like an ocean tide.

Xu Yangyi faintly snorted.

In the next second, the two charging spiritual pressures suddenly reversed. Like they were hit by a hammer, the two bouncers didn’t even utter a word as they quickly flew back and vomited blood. They slammed into the wall with a crash.

“Marquis?!” The salesman’s eyes instantly needled, and he looked at Xu Yangyi in disbelief.

There still wasn’t half a bit of spiritual pressure from the demon slayer’s body, but at this moment… the salesman felt that Xu Yangyi...