Although this was just a snatch at the sword body, Yin Xiaofan's strength was not small.
After landing, the middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Yin Xiao in surprise. He did not want to fail. He would fail soon. It was just a goal. In the end, he failed. It was a strange surrender.
The Taoist beside him was also foolish; middle-aged men often tended to fail easily, what could they do against such a formidable person as Yin Xiao, one suspicious move after another, they unconsciously stepped back.
"You dare to initiate movement under my watchful eye, well, very well," the man in the middle glared at Yin Xiaofan with an angry expression. "No matter how fierce you are, you will never escape Qi Yun's sight."
