His mind was a tangled mess!
Before meeting Tian Xiang, Lin Xuan had once planned out all sorts of countermeasures, yet at this moment, looking at them now, they were not the slightest bit useful.
The other party was absurdly strong, fundamentally not someone who could be dealt with by ordinary methods!
Ancestor Shaming, in the past, had been an overwhelmingly powerful figure who had once dared challenge the Asura King, yet before the other party, he had not the slightest strength to resist.
This gap had already reached the point of despair.
What should he do?
Lin Xuan did not know!
Yet at this moment, an unexpected scene appeared. His heart had been blasted into powder; by all rights, Ancestor Shaming should have had no life left in him, but in reality, he had not fallen.
After falling a dozen or so zhang, he steadied his figure. Although his chest was a bloody, mangled mess of flesh, countless bubbles strangely appeared there, and countless fleshy tendrils could faintly be seen writhing nonstop. As they interwove, the wound shrank and recovered at an extremely rapid speed.
"Oh? The Undying Body? No, it's even a little stronger than that. It seems to have been re-refined later with medicinal pills and Dharma Treasures. It's far stronger than Demon Race members with special spirit bodies. But what use is that? Before this seat, it's merely flaunting an axe before the master carpenter. The more absurd your recovery ability is, the greater the pain you'll suffer in a moment." Seeing this scene, Tian Xiang gave a soft "oh," a little surprise on his face, but he quickly returned to normal and spoke with ridicule in his tone.
Seeing that the other party did not continue attacking him, Ancestor Shaming let out a breath of