"Is this all you can do?"
"Why are you dodging?"
"You call yourself a body cultivator?"
One furious shout after another exploded across the plains beyond the mountain.
A massive figure chased clouds and pursued the moon, continuously bombarding the figure ahead.
Under Wang Yuan's attacks, Lu Rong was forced to retreat again and again.
The ancient armor covering his entire body was shattered inch by inch.
Even though black smoke constantly burst from his body to repair the armor, it still became tattered and battered after only a few breaths.
The cracks upon it resembled drought-stricken earth.
Under Wang Yuan's blows, it appeared utterly fragile.
"Why?!"
"Why is there someone whose Body Tempering has reached such a terrifying level?!"
"This man's ferocity is simply beyond reason!"
Lu Rong's heart and mind shook. He resisted time and again, only to be driven back time and again.
His face was flushed red, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"No, this won't do!"
"His Body Tempering Realm is above mine. I can't defeat him through body cultivator methods. I still have to use the Fire God Smoke Spear."
With a thought, after forcibly taking one of Wang Yuan's attacks—
He used the force to retreat dozens of yards, and that jet-black smoke spear appeared in his hand once more.
Without the slightest hesitation, he put it in his mouth.
Not far away, the fifteen-foot giant stopped and looked at him with a sneer.
A thick finger pointed out, seemingly slow but in truth swift.
"If you cultivate Qi, then cultivate Qi. If you temper your body, then temper your body. The moment you see you're losing, you change tactics in the middle of battle. What kind of Dao are you even cultivating?"
As that finger pointed out, a blood-red force