Chương 1217: Inheritance of an Ancient Skill

"Huh?" At that moment, Young Master Ming knit his brows and looked gloomy. He didn't expect that Lin Yuxi, who was merely in the Original Infant Stage, would burst into such a high speed and unswervingly blocked his attack.

But what's the outcome? She merely died earlier than she would have. No matter what, she's just a powerless cultivator in the Original Infant Stage. 

Someone in the Human Celestial Stage, even someone in the Half-Celestial Stage, wasn't capable of enduring his attack.

"Humph, ridiculous!"

There was a flash of cold and disdainful mockery on his face as he looked at Xu Que with a sneer, "With your miserable strength, you dare call yourself a member of the Exploding Heavens Faction? In the end, you needed a woman to block an attack. For shame."

Whoosh!