"You... you can actually make my cultivation fall! How is that possible?"
Chang You looked horrified and incredulously roared in anger.
"Hmph, nothing is impossible. Since I could revert your attack to its initial state, why would it be strange for me to make you lose a cultivation level out of nowhere?"
Zhu Fei sneered, having demonstrated only a fraction of his true power when he had confronted him on those stone steps.
Who did Chang You think he was? Was being a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect that impressive? As long as you provoke me, it doesn't matter who you are, I will show no mercy!
At that moment, the River of Yellow Springs beneath Chang You suddenly surged violently.
Streams of Yellow Spring Water, capable of purifying a cultivator's True Yuan, thunderously formed a Yellow Springs dragon in the void, charging fiercely down towards Chang You!
"Dammit! You're courting death!"
