Too vicious—not only did it injure people, it even destroyed weapons.
Wu Yixian had no time to worry about his companions, because he could barely protect himself now.
Zhou You had revealed his Golden Intent, a capability that stood above the Strong Martial Second Heaven and far exceeded all prior estimates.
Wu Yixian had another Strong Martial expert with him, a Second Heaven cultivator. He had thought they could trap Zhou You beyond all doubt, while the remaining First Heaven fighters merely needed to lend a hand.
Who could have expected Zhou You to deal with several First Heaven Strong Martial fighters right from the start, without so much as a scratch?
After comprehending Golden Intent, ordinary divine weapons could no longer harm his body. Even a Bewitching Treasure in his hands could be crushed into a lump of scrap iron as easily as withered branches being swept away.
"Gulp!"
Wu Yixian felt his throat go dry and swallowed a huge mouthful of saliva. "Zhou You, don't get smug. Do you think we're the only ones watching you?"
"That Dongmen Feitu I mentioned earlier is a Triple Heaven cultivator who has condensed a golden body. He is only a paper-thin layer away from Mid-stage Strong Martial."
"He lost his Medicine Field and is so poor his eyes have turned green. The moment he heard traces of you, he rushed here day and night without rest."
"If Dongmen Feitu arrives, even with wings you won't escape. You'll fare worse than if you fall into our hands."
Zhou You said coldly, "Too much nonsense. Bad review!"
He stepped forward and threw a punch. The move came at his fingertips, unconstrained by stances or routines—simple, brutal, and effective!
Wu Yixian's pupils contracted violently. In his haste, he drew his weapon to block. This