Liu Wuxie's arrogance naturally left many people unhappy, with jeers erupting from the surroundings.0

To boast so brazenly before someone at the fourth-level Spirit Profound Realm was nothing short of courting death.0

"I'll fulfill your wish since you're courting death!" Qi Yang sneered. He didn't even bother summoning his weapon. Instead, he struck out with his bare hand, unleashing a force so powerful that it swept up the rocks from the ground, forming a torrential storm that roared toward Liu Wuxie.0

His attack was swift and ruthless, sending a shockwave through the valley. The surrounding disciples hastily retreated, fearing they'd be caught in the crossfire.0

Liu Wuxie didn't dare to be careless. He advanced instead of retreating, striking out with his palm. But his attack was terrifyingly calm, seemingly light—as if it carried no force like a gentle push.0

"What is he trying to do? He dares to look down on Qi Yang?" someone exclaimed from the crowd.0

They couldn't believe he would use such a feeble attack against a raging strike.0

More cultivators gathered from afar, all at the Spirit Profound Realm. There were a few hundred of them, with those at the high levels...0