Xu Ping only felt a force like a mountain crashing towards him, as if struck by a massive peak, causing him to involuntarily fly backward.
Even with dual defenses.
This terrifying force still transmitted through his defenses into his body, causing his qi and blood to churn, his meridians to ache faintly, and the bones within him to creak under the strain.
If not for the Purple Soul Ghost Armor and the crimson armor protecting him, he would have been severely injured by this strike.
"So strong!"
Xu Ping's heart tightened, and a look of seriousness flickered across his face.
The power of a cultivator at the peak of the Early-Stage Nascent Soul far exceeded his imagination.
At the same time, he realized how much the True Monarch Wan Chun of the Hundred Bamboo Sect had been going easy on him back then.
However, given Xu Ping's recovery abilities, this injury was no issue at all.
