Just as the horsetail whisk in the hands of the Daoist from Ding Mountain was about to hit Jiangli's face, everyone thought this time the Daoist would succeed.
However, the next second...
Jiangli's figure, along with the chair, vanished in a flash from the spot.
The Daoist from Ding Mountain's horsetail whisk swung through empty air.
Due to inertia, he couldn't stop in time and with a fierce lurch forward, he tumbled to the ground in an awkward heap.
Instantly falling face-first as if biting the dust.
The Daoist from Ding Mountain, being old in age, lay on the ground, struggling to get up for quite some time.
At this moment, Jiangli reappeared three steps away, still seated.
Looking at the Daoist from Ding Mountain sprawled on the ground unable to rise, Jiangli extended a finger, "You have one more move left."
"You heartless, vile girl, I must beat you to death today!"
