The opponent's aura was unmistakably that of Marrow Cleansing Minor Achievement, yet his monstrous strength was as vast as the ocean and as ferocious as a clap of thunder, somehow even more overpowering than his own, a cultivator at Marrow Cleansing Great Success.
He felt his arms tremble and his hands go numb, while the blood churned violently in his chest.
That simple block threatened to send the Half-Spirit Weapon flying from his grasp. Their strength wasn't on the same level at all.
He staggered back involuntarily, leaving a trail of footprints two to three inches deep, his internal organs feeling as if they had been displaced.
Just then, Xie Chengyou, another cultivator at Marrow Cleansing Great Success, bore down on Xu Yang. His Gang Qi surged like a tidal wave, and his muscles and bones hummed in unison.
A crimson Fist Gang, like a blazing flame, shot forward with suffocating pressure, aiming for the soft flesh of Xu Yang's armpit.
