A man from Turkmen stood provocatively in front of him, which he could regard as a slightly stronger ant challenging him, engaging with the opponent in a playful manner. However, if one was played to death by him and another came along, he would no longer possess that playful mindset.
Pop!
Guo Yi stepped into the sky with one stride.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood suspended in midair, his white clothing rustling in the breeze. The Russian was oblivious to the fact that Guo Yi was growing a bit enraged. Cultivators do not anger easily, but the consequences are self-evident for those who manage to provoke a cultivator's ire. Yet, the Russian remained immersed in his own sharp attacks.
Whoosh whoosh...
Several forces suddenly swept forward, the Russian clasped his hands together, combining his inner strength with his physical cultivation. In an instant, a powerful force whipped up large rocks, sweeping towards Guo Yi with the force of an army.
