C855 Fighting a Half Step Soul Sovereign

He swiftly leaned back.

Whoosh!

A hand, creased with age, sliced through the air just in front of him.

Thud!

Planting his foot firmly, Su Yun propelled himself backward, rapidly increasing the distance between himself and the elder.

"Hmph!"

The elder, his long black hair framing his face, let out a disdainful snort as his palm missed its mark