Xing Mohan activated his cultivation technique, and a dark light surged around his body. His muscles bulged in blocks, and his figure grew significantly taller.
With a swift movement of his palms, he charged towards Li Xiaobai.
"Die!"
The enormous palm imprint struck Li Xiaobai's chest with a thudding sound that echoed over the stage.
[Attribute Points +1000…]
This palm technique wasn't bad, barely meeting the standards of the Nascent Soul Stage.
Li Xiaobai still had his hands behind his back, his face full of smiles. Xing Mohan's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost; he quickly retracted his hand and retreated explosively.
"You... how can you possibly withstand my strike without any harm?"
"Nothing is impossible. I just said that the basics are the most important. Young Master Xing, you have taken a narrow path," Li Xiaobai said with a grin.