Nine Dragons Saint Ancestor

Swish!

A streak of dark light flashed by, and Di Ying deftly avoided Yun Xiao’s attack, feeling quite smug about it. At the same time, as he sensed the breath of the young man, his suspicions became even more convinced.

"It seems this brat is indeed just relying on the advantage of his weapon!"

With a casual swipe of his palm, as he saw Yun Xiao seemingly scramble to dodge, Di Ying felt even more disdainful. This kid didn’t even have the courage to engage in a physical fight, what a cowardly egg he was.

Previously, Di Ying had hidden in the shadows, witnessing only the latter part of Yun Xiao’s use of the Dragon Taming Sword. He had not seen the physical confrontation at the beginning, so he was overly confident.

Yun Xiao’s current state was, of course, feigned, as he was waiting for an opportunity. The overconfident Di Ying would soon unwittingly present that opportunity to him.

Di Ying followed closely like a shadow, his unarmed left hand viciously aimed at Yun Xiao’s left shoulder, but in the next instant, he saw that the young man’s left palm was striking back to meet it.

Yun Xiao’s move undoubtedly delighted Di Ying. Just a moment ago, the kid only knew how to dodge and didn’t dare to confront him head-on. Had he realized that he couldn’t avoid it anymore and had to clash directly?

Di Ying, unlike what Yun Xiao had said, did not rely solely on his weapon, and his physical strength was not much weaker than that of a cultivator of the same level. In fact, he had used his physical strength to kill opponents on several occasions.

So Di Ying was absolutely confident that with this clash, he would shatter Yun Xiao’s entire left arm. Who told this kid to be so impudent?

Bang!