The elder in the Daoist robe shouted, "Tiger Roar Fist!"
Then he walked towards Lin Xi, neither fast nor slow, his figure resembling a tiger, yet slightly different.
But as he demonstrated it, Zhou Yan in the distance couldn't help stepping back a few steps, and Avril Jolie was even worse; if not supported by Zhou Yan, she would have staggered and fallen to the ground.
Moreover, the elder's momentum wasn't even aimed at the two of them; had it been directed at them, they might have already collapsed on the ground, unable to move at all.
The targeted Lin Xi showed a trace of seriousness on his face.
Seeing this scene, the elder in the Daoist robe chuckled darkly, "If it hadn't been for my strength being greatly depleted just dealing with those beasts, would I need to use Tiger Roar Fist against you?"
Lin Xi didn't reply to him; the pressure he was under was immense.
