The young man was at the Third Layer of the Acupoint Condensation Realm, yet judging by the power of his strike, his strength was likely comparable to that of a typical Fourth Layer Martial Cultivator.
In his view, this strike of his would surely crush Wang Ruoxie to pieces effortlessly.
This thought brought a cruel, icy smile to his lips.
However, in the next instant, his smile froze completely, for he found that despite landing his strike squarely on the opponent, it did no harm whatsoever.
The opponent did not even flinch, as if his strike carried no power at all.
"What is happening?"
The young man looked at Wang Ruoxie in shock, seemingly unable to believe this outcome.
"Now, it's my turn."
Wang Ruoxie smiled faintly and said.
