"This..."
"What sorcery have you used to block even the breath of chaos!"
Uncle Ying's face was filled with disbelief. He was wielding chaos energy that was unique to the Eastern Sea, a kind of energy that could crush a mountain even in traces. It had taken colossal effort to barely infuse a hint of this chaos energy into his fist.
It was meant to be a powerful weapon, but in front of Li Xiaobai, it seemed to be utterly useless.
What level of treasure did the other party have on them to be able to rival a Great Crossing Realm cultivator?
He couldn't believe that a junior cultivator would possess the cultivation level of the Great Crossing Realm; it must be due to some extraordinary treasure the other party possessed.