"Shut up!"
These words deeply provoked the handsome young man. His voice, strained with anger, became sharp and distorted. He sprang swiftly from the pit and charged straight towards Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan remained expressionless, thrusting out his palm casually. "Heavenly Palace Sect Martial Arts—Third Form—Rising Immortal Pavilion!"
BOOM!
The handsome young man was swatted down like a flying insect by Lu Yuan's casual palm strike, sinking the pit beneath him even deeper and wider. But perhaps without even a second of pause, he surged up once more.
"Heavenly Palace Sect Martial Arts—Fourth Form..."
RUMBLE!
"Heavenly Palace Sect Martial Arts—Fifth Form..."
BOOM!
Lu Yuan repeatedly blasted him away. His movements were so casual, it was as if he were merely swatting an annoying, buzzing fly.
