At this point, Xiao Mingmu paused for a moment, then pointed at Meng Ji and said, "You're not good at fighting. If we really fought, you might not even be able to beat me."

"Now that I'm here, how can I leave without seeking revenge?" Meng Ji asked.

"That's true, we're already here."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a flash of inspiration struck him, and then a gust of wind swept through the side hall, scattering the official documents piled on the ground.

Large stacks of documents fluttered up inside the side hall, obscuring the view.

The flame in the crane lantern flickered and its light dimmed and shone.

As the blown-up dossier fell to the ground, the flame in the crane lamp stopped flickering, and in the messy side hall, Xiao Mingmu and Meng Ji were seen facing each other with their fists and palms facing each other.

Meng Ji threw a punch, and Xiao Mingmu defended with his palm.

There was no grand display, no dazzling light, and no lingering spiritual energy.

Both of them were at the Dao Integration Realm, with considerable cultivation and skill. They didn't waste a single bit of energy in their attacks and defenses, so naturally, they didn't have the aforementioned issues.

Then, Meng Ji shrugged, slipped, and his whole body was pulled back a long way.

Then there was a "crack" sound, and the bluestone brick under Xiao Mingmu's feet shattered.

Xiao Mingmu lost this move; he couldn't withstand Meng Ji's force and lost his strength.

Because he released his force, the bluestone bricks also broke.

"Being attacked in close combat by you monsters is really troublesome."

Xiao Mingmu withdrew his hand that had just received the attack, and then gently shook it a few times, as if it was a little numb.

Upon closer inspection of the hand, it's easy to see several fine cuts on the palm, from which a few drops of blood have seeped out.

Beside him, Meng Ji looked at Xiao Mingmu's hand and said, "Your physical body is very strong, even stronger than that of ordinary demons. Are you a body cultivator?"

"No." Xiao Mingmu shook his head and said contemptuously, "It's just that you're not strong enough."

This is a provocation, but it's a rather low-level one.

They're all hundreds of years old, who would act impulsively because of a little provocation?

Meng Ji nodded slightly and said, "I will try harder."