They have to save face too.
Especially in front of a group of disciples.
"As you can see, I'm only a first-rank warrior. You don't need to worry about it. Fighting one by one or besieging me is fine. I don't mind."
Li Siyuan moved forward quickly, approaching the leader of Hailuo Sect.
Although there were three fourth-grade masters at the scene, only the leader of Hailuo Sect gave Li Siyuan a sense of danger.
"I'll kill him!"
The person who spoke was a thin old man, who was a fourth-grade cultivator.
In the end, they could no longer bring themselves to join forces to surround and kill Li Siyuan.
The leader of Hailuo Sect said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.
"A fourth-rank master, yes, but you want to deal with me alone? You are simply courting death!" Li Siyuan looked at the thin old man and said mercilessly.
The thin old man was furious when he heard this.
His face turned pale and blue.
"You arrogant boy, die!"
The skinny old man, filled with anger, attacked boldly, using all his strength.
"boom!"
The blood in the thin old man's body surged, and in an instant, the blood was like a dragon. He clenched his fist, and a magnificent fist print rose into the air, which was so huge that it looked like a small mountain.
The fist print was so big that it occupied half of the sky, blocking out the sunlight and making the light suddenly dim.
In the distance, the disciples of Hailuo Sect felt that doomsday was approaching, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground under the pressure of the aura.
The power of a fourth-grade master can be seen from this!
If this punch had been delivered before the revival of spiritual energy, the sacred mountain beneath his feet would have been shattered into pieces, turning into ruins...
But even at this moment, if the fist really landed, Lingshan would be violently shaken and the surrounding area would be razed to the ground.
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