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"Swoosh!"

Yun Yang's palm landed right on Ji Lingxi's chest. The touch, just as he felt it… was inexplicable…

"Boom!"

A beam of red light flared brightly, as expected. The light flashed briefly, just before a certain someone who was confident about his recent advancement in cultivation base flew away like a broken kite.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

That certain someone broke two trees before he smashed into the yard's wall. By the looks of it, blood oozed from his orifices as he was flattened out, arms akimbo, on the wall; his spread-out form remained stuck on the wall for a short moment before it slid down. His forlorn state was appalling to behold.

Shangguan Lingxiu, who was standing by the side, cried out in surprise upon seeing the situation, while Ji Lingxi looked disappointed and sad, saying, "It still doesn't work… His abilities are still far from being adequate…"