Seeing the two about to engage, the others instinctively stepped back a few paces and held their breaths.
For them, witnessing a duel between Qi Refinement cultivators of such level was a rare sight indeed.
But for Han Li, dealing with a Qi Refinement Immortal Cultivator held little interest. He simply stood there, hands clasped behind his back, calmly waiting for the other to make a move,
The middle-aged man named Ma Yulin, seeing Han Li's nonchalant demeanor, raged inside.
Without another word, he lifted the small pitchfork, chanting incantations as his other hand formed incantations.
Moments later, the small pitchfork trembled slightly and emitted a faint spiritual light, then suddenly turned into a streak of yellow light, darting straight towards Han Li.
