"Boom!"
The black-robed cultivator was smashed into pieces, with a plethora of Immortal Stones, Magic Treasures, and Elixirs bursting out from his Dantian, scattering all over the ground. Li Xiaobai collected them all and even curled his lips, for the fellow had not provided any Attribute Points, leaving him clueless about the adversary's cultivation level.
Now, whether it's the Earth Immortal Realm or the Heavenly Immortal Realm, it seems they're all taken down with a single blow; those who dare stand before him without even the cultivation level of a Semi-Saint are truly courting death.
"One word, exhilarating!"
Li Xiaobai carried his Wolf Fang Club, humming a tune, continuing towards the next inn. Perhaps the Human Skin Mask slightly influenced his personality; now he was slower in thinking, transformed into a reckless man, indifferent to life or death, ready to act on disputes, unchallenged unless facing a Semi-Saint.