Lin Xi's mind was devoid of distractions; his only thought was to take down the old immortal in front of him!
Otherwise, the first to die would be him!
The old Daoist in a robe had many thoughts. He wanted Lin Xi dead, but he feared dying himself, especially when Lin Xi charged at him again with unwavering determination; his desire to retreat became even stronger!
"This kid, it seems he can still perform fist skills!"
As soon as he had this thought, his momentum and moves faltered significantly, and he became hesitant.
Especially during the skirmish with Lin Xi, he instantly fell into a disadvantage. When he realized the reason, it was too late to reverse the situation!
Around Lin Xi's fourth evolution of techniques, the old Daoist stumbled backward, unable to keep up with Lin Xi's rhythm and strength.
So, on the fifth evolution, Lin Xi punched him on the shoulder.
A cracking sound was heard immediately, and his left arm became useless.
