Zhao Ya slowly retracted his fist, coldly staring at Wu Dalun in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Wu Dalun, the Third Elder of the Xuanyang Sect. Boy, don't push things too far, enough is enough."
Originally aggressive and intending to twist off Zhao Ya's head, Wu Dalun's attitude quietly changed at this moment.
Because the sneak attack he had just executed on Zhao Ya was a long-prepared move, which Wu Dalun thought was a deadly strike, but unexpectedly, it not only failed but also resulted in himself being sent flying.
This proved that Zhao Ya was indeed not just a name, his strength was far more than that of someone who had just advanced to the Fifth Realm.
As a result, Wu Dalun's momentum naturally weakened considerably.
Because he wasn't sure he could win against Zhao Ya.
Though his momentum waned, Zhao Ya's was as fierce as a rainbow.
"So, the Xuanyang Sect has finally decided to make a move? Then let me test your prowess."
