Now... it seemed to be his time.
Whoosh!
A blur shot out as Elder Xiu Xuan and his Profound Immortal Disciple were blasted out just like cannonballs.
Bang!
The two landed heavily, flipping up a layer of grass, with mud covering their feet.
Ever since they had become Immortals, they had never been kicked in such a manner, and now they were in this sorry state.
There wasn't much opportunity for them to be shocked.
Yang Ji was exceptionally nimble, moving like a Serpent in the air. He leaped up, holding the Shentu Blade, and ferociously chopped toward Elder Xiu Xuan's head.
By now, Xiu Xuan had finally realized the seriousness of the situation.
But he also breathed a sigh of relief, because Yang Ji... had also lost his Cultivation and could only rely on physical combat.
Xiu Xuan instantly recovered his Golden Immortal dignity, and his deep eyes shot out two brilliances. He retreated quickly like a shadow gliding over water, narrowly avoiding Yang Ji's ruthless attack.
