The unforeseen events were unfolding with extreme swiftness.

Han Wufei , who saw his impending doom, was not at all panicked. With a block of his left hand, his right hand unsheathed his sword. As he was about to counter with the blade, he felt a strong force surging towards where he was blocking with his left hand; unable to stop himself, he was moving backward from the mountain-like pressure against his chest, his breath growing short.

Seven consecutive steps back, he realized that the sword in his hand had not been used in any attack.

"Eighth peak expert?"

Han Wufei was startled and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

Being proficient in the cultivation field himself, Han Wufei could already tell that the other party was an eighth peak cultivator from just a single exchange of blows; the attacker’s ability was formidable, and more importantly, above his own.

In spite of it, Han Wufei stayed calm. As he moved back, a jerk of his left hand sent a firecracker shooting up into the sky an