Slaying the Golden Body

Boom!

A grand sound like a Bronze Bell being struck rang out. In this open expanse, it seemed to echo through mountain valleys, layering upon itself as the pitch climbed ever higher.

This was the result of a Strong Martial body that had comprehended Golden Intent resisting the impact of a divine weapon—the two were equally unyielding.

The watching Strong Martial practitioners looked over and saw that it had indeed come from Dongmen Feitu.

He had suddenly poured all his Golden Intent into strengthening his flesh, focusing especially on the shoulder blocking the blade.

The power on the Bronze Saber surged forth several times like rising tides, wave after wave crashing against him, only to be blocked by flickering golden light.

The Bronze Bell-like reverberations it produced grew ever more piercing, deafening the ears.

Suddenly, Dongmen Feitu burst into laughter and sharply brought his arms together, striking both sides of the Bronze Saber.

With a crisp clang of metal!

He had withstood the Bronze Saber's slash and even knocked the weapon back, then turned around and drove his Chain Spear toward Zhou You's body.

"Impressive—truly impressive!"

Though Wu Yixian had casually assessed Dongmen Feitu earlier, speaking in an easy tone, his own strength was in fact far inferior to the other man's.

Dongmen Feitu had not founded a sect not because he lacked the ability, but because he was arrogant and ambitious, wanting to swallow something big in one gulp.

He had many fellow disciples, as well as numerous disciples of his own. All he lacked was a foundation from which to establish a sect.

He had originally accumulated several Medicine Fields and planned to endure meager management until he could build up strength and burst forth in one stroke, only for the Wumen invasion to destroy everything.

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