Jing Yan hastily raised his longsword in front of him.
Glaring blue light surged on the blade.
Elder Yin's silver glow, like a meteor, struck heavily upon the blue light.
One could see with their naked eye, the blue halo shattering into fragments, dissipating into nothingness. In merely the blink of an eye, Elder Yin's fists had struck heavily upon the longsword in Jing Yan's hands.
And Jing Yan's body was directly sent flying.
With a "puff," Jing Yan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"This old man's strength is too formidable, just the attack power alone is almost on par with the puppet in the palace room. But when it comes to attack technique, that puppet is far inferior to this old man," Jing Yan's thoughts were racing manically.
While battling the puppet, Jing Yan could hold out for a while. But fighting against Elder Yin, Jing Yan found it very difficult to withstand him head-on.