Li Yao's head exploded after a hum. The hair all over his body was erecting like the thorns of a hedgehog. A numb, hot steam rose all the way from his heels to his skull, and then from his skull back to his heels. He was in the state of utter bewilderment, and his mouth was opened wide enough for a fist to be stuffed as he watched the two children jumping at him, unable to move his feet.
Li Yao had experienced hundreds of fierce battles in his life. He thought he had seen the worst. Even when he was faced with Blackstar the Great, the legendary ancestor of all Immortal Cultivators, he was still able to chit chat with the enemy casually. Even if he could not defeat the enemy, he could at least run as quickly as possible.
