Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

The moment Yao Han set his sights on him, Li Hui involuntarily trembled, and a sense of retreat arose in his heart!

However, his pride as a Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn't allow him to back down. Li Hui gritted his teeth, placed his right hand in front of his chest, and was about to cast a spell again!

However, Yao Han gave him no chance at all. With pure white smoke surging around him, he lowered his body and rushed to Li Hui's side!

The speed was so fast that Li Hui broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly realized that the person's previous feigned retreat was actually a pretense of seduction, designed to lure him closer!

If he hadn't impulsively unleashed the Ghost Axe, he might have been caught out by his opponent!

A fist capable of shattering a mid-grade magic weapon is no joke. Although he had practiced some physical and axe techniques, compared to the opponent's physique, he was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, utterly inferior!

Therefore, he did not want to engage in close combat with Yao Han. He slapped his hand on the storage bag, and a silver-white round mirror appeared in front of him in an attempt to block her.

However, Yao Han did not give way, and with his palm forming a knife, he took a step and spun around, slashing in mid-air. The silver-white round mirror shattered and scattered in the dense white mist!

The two were too close together, so Li Hui had no choice but to take out a piece of shiny gray bluestone. As soon as it appeared, it shattered into five pieces with a loud crash and fell onto the platform.

Li Hui's eyes twitched, and he grimaced, his face full of heartache. He was filled with regret at that moment, wondering why he had insisted on getting closer to him!

In the blink of an eye, he lost two protective treasures!

Where did this kid come from? His physique doesn't resemble that of a cultivator; he looks more like a demon beast!

He hastily retreated, but Yao Han's palm strike was even faster, carrying a towering white wave of energy, and struck Li Hui's left arm!

"Ugh!"

Li Hui cried out in pain after taking the blow head-on; he felt as if his arm was about to shatter!

He was already considering surrendering, but the person in front of him was astonishing when he moved, his body as agile as a dragon and his palm techniques endless, leaving him no room to breathe!

While desperately defending himself, he urgently transmitted his voice:

"Fellow Daoist, there is no great grudge between us. This duel is nothing more than a gamble! Your strength is extraordinary, and I, Li, am willing to admit defeat. Please spare my life!"

Yao Han's eyes were indifferent, but he sneered inwardly.

Now you know how to surrender.

He continued moving, his lips moving as he transmitted his voice back:

"Alright, no problem. As long as you swear by your inner demons that you will no longer cause trouble for me, my relatives and friends, then I can certainly let you go."

"this……"

Li Hui hesitated for a moment:

"A vow made against one's inner demons concerns future cultivation; this is probably not feasible. Otherwise, let's ask the seniors of the Water Moon Palace to bear witness again..."

"Fellow Daoist, you're about to die, and you're still thinking about the future?"

Yao Han's eyes turned cold, revealing a long-hidden killing intent. In that instant, his long-suppressed demonic nature and ruthless temperament were unmistakably revealed:

"Just now, when you tried to kill me, you didn't seem to hold back either! Either swear an oath, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Li Hui hesitated, his expression stiff, his face turning red and white, it was hard to tell whether it was from anger and embarrassment or from the shock of being beaten.

With his arms crossed and having blocked another blow, Li Hui staggered backward, finally roaring in exasperation:

"Kid, don't underestimate me! A mere Qi Refining cultivator dares to spout such nonsense. Do you really think I can't take you down?"

With a fierce look in his eyes, Li Hui suddenly reached out and slapped the storage bag.

Four or five streaks of light flashed around his body, transforming into several talismans that were then affixed to his limbs. Immediately afterward, his body visibly swelled up, his stature increasing several inches in height, becoming like a giant. His upper body's tight-fitting clothes ripped apart, revealing his bulging physique, bulging muscles, and prominent veins, making him quite terrifying.

After swallowing a blood-red pill, his aura rose another notch, and an extremely rich blood energy rose from beneath his feet, his entire body seemingly surging with red light.

Li Hui roared and pounded his chest twice. His huge body, like a small mountain, rushed towards Yao Han.

He actually decided to go head-to-head with Yao Han!

"The Great Strength Talisman, the Body Strengthening Talisman, and that pill... it must be a Blood Pill that temporarily unleashes the body's potential..."

Yao Han kept a close eye on his opponent's actions with his divine sense, calmly analyzing the situation. He transformed into a white streak and easily escaped Li Hui's attack.

"However, he probably can't handle using so many amplification methods at once; even his movements have slowed down considerably. Moreover, this blood pill seems to affect his mind..."

Yao Han shook his head; it seemed this person had truly been pushed to the limit.

If he continued his previous telepathic battle with him, Yao Han really wouldn't have been able to do anything about it, but unfortunately...

With a solemn expression, Yao Han stopped thinking wildly, bent over, and stood in a bow stance with his palms outstretched. White mist billowed around him, as if he had put on a jade-white cloak. With a long whistle, he leaped up!

Li Hui's pupils were all red, his hair was disheveled, he shouted loudly and threw a punch forward with a bang. Wherever the punch landed, the energy surged, the altar trembled and the pool shook!

Yao Han stopped dodging, his dragon aura surging around him. He unleashed a palm strike, his fist and palm clashing together. The surrounding yellow wind swept away the dust and smoke, sending up waves of dust and flying stones!

Seemingly evenly matched, Li Hui eventually staggered backward, while Yao Han pressed forward relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of punches and palm strikes, each move linked to the next, his body as nimble as a swallow and his legs as swift as a galloping horse, the attacks seemingly endless!

His figure hovered in the air, accompanied by true qi. The ethereal white smoke swirled and changed shape. In a daze, the onlookers seemed to see a jade-white dragon soaring through the sky and flying high!

Unbeknownst to them, a wisp of pale white smoke appeared between the altar and the seat. At first, there was only one wisp, but then it multiplied into ten, then more than ten. White smoke billowed above the pool and gathered towards Yao Han, making the dragon shape even more real and solid!

Punch after punch, palm after palm strike, the sounds were like thunder and the muffled thuds like bells. Li Hui was forced to retreat step by step, spitting blood from his mouth, with no chance to fight back!

Cao Li, watching from below the stage, turned pale. The thuds of the punches seemed to hit his chest, making his heart pound wildly.

Knowing he was powerless to change the situation, he gave Yao Han a deep look, then decisively turned and quietly left.

Li Hui's aura had weakened. Seeing this, Yao Han kicked him in the chest, leaped into the air, and gathered all the true qi in his body into his palm!

The dragon's roar soars into the sky, its power filling the heavens and astonishing all who behold it; the wind howls through the clouds, its name rising from the eastern mountains and shining brightly across the heavens!

This palm strike embodies years of arduous training and dormancy.

This poem tells the story of a century of hardship and suffering.

Everyone faces storms and tempests, but perseverance will eventually bring sunshine through the clouds!

As Li Hui fell to his feet, a chorus of cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, and countless eyes turned toward him.

Some envy, some fear; some respect, some despise; some laugh and applaud, some scoff; some harbor ill intentions, some are wary.

People's hearts are diverse, and their expressions vary greatly.

But there is one thing that no one will question.

That is the young cultivator named Yao Han. After this battle, he will surely become famous in the cultivation world and join the ranks of the prodigies!