Chapter 127: The Great Yellow Weasel Immortal
Li Yanchu’s heart instantly sank.
Yan Chixiao, a renowned demon-slayer, was known for his formidable physique and ferocious saber techniques. Not only was he aggressive and tough, he also possessed remarkable regenerative abilities.
Though he appeared to be a boorish brute, he was, in truth, a highly skilled expert. He had been one of the nine top cultivators who just battled the berserk old ape, and among them, his strength ranked near the top. And yet now, he’d had his heart ripped out in a single move!?
With a flick of the young man's arm, Yan Chixiao’s massive, iron-tower-like body was flung through the air like a ragged sack.
BANG!
The young man crushed Yan Chixiao’s heart in his hand, and a smile crept across his face. At first glance he looked every bit the refined, genteel young nobleman; yet to onlookers, he radiated a bone-deep chill.
“You all arrived far too late,” he said with a sigh, “You made me wait such a long time.”
BOOM!
The next instant, he appeared before an old monk and struck once again with the same exact technique. Only this time, his strike was faster and deadlier.
The old monk had barely raised the prayer beads in his hands to defend himself when a searing pain exploded in his chest. His gaunt frame was punched through, leaving behind a gaping, bloody hole.
Then, the young man casually flung the monk aside, and he died on the spot. But this time, the corpse was thrown forcefully in the direction of another person.
Mr. Ma, the one from Liaodong who had yet to summon his family’s Great Immortal during the earlier battle with the ape, saw a black shadow rushing at him. He instinctively dodged to the side and silently began to chant an incantation in his heart, inviting his family’s Great Immortal to descend upon him.