"How is this possible?"
"He... blocked it?"
The Sword Cultivator assassin and Wu Yehua both widened their eyes, staring incredulously at Li Ji'an.
Just now, he only had the aura of an ordinary Loose Cultivator, yet at the moment of life and death, he erupted with the magical power of a heavenly talent of this era.
"Fellow Daoist, be careful; Yellow Springs Prison assassins never leave a witness alive!" Wu Yehua snapped back to reality and immediately warned, trying to drag Li Ji'an into the fray.
Li Ji'an furrowed his brows, his gaze landing on the Sword Cultivator, finally understanding why he was attacked despite being about to leave.
However, with the opponent's strength, he couldn't be stopped.
Nonetheless, although logic told him not to get involved in such a pointless magical combat slaughter, a surge of inexplicable anger and a strong desire to kill arose in his heart.
