Yang Xiao, who was thrown onto the ground dizzily, stood up bewildered. He didn't even see what move his uncle-master used; the opponent merely raised a hand, and Yang Xiao felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall of air, which catapulted him away.
"Uncle-master, what was that..." Yang Xiao picked up the bamboo stick that had fallen on the ground, wondering if he had somehow offended his uncle-master.
"Again, I'll reduce my strength a bit this time." A voice of an elderly man came from behind the curtain, mixed with a sigh.
Yang Xiao seriously suspected that his uncle-master looked down on him, and without further courtesy, he gripped the bamboo stick and circled around the elderly man, looking for an opportunity to strike. An opportunity to engage with a Netherworld-level Apostle was too precious to waste.
