"Elder Mu, weren't we a little too heavy-handed? Xiao Ming hasn't even activated his Martial Soul yet. We didn't hurt him, did we?"
Xuan Zi looked at Jiang Ming, whom he had hammered into the poisonous mist with a drumstick, and spoke with some concern.
Five Level Ninety-Eight Super Douluo attacking the same person under the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's peak support—this level of attack was something even a Limit Douluo could not withstand!
Elder Song, who had been struck by Jiang Ming using Striking the Cow Through the Mountain and whose aura was somewhat unsteady, also asked worriedly, "That's right, Elder Mu. Even if Xiao Ming's physical body has reached the limit, he still hasn't activated his Martial Soul. That last wave of attacks would have been difficult for even a Limit Douluo to block!"
Hearing the two Elders say this, Mu En raised his brows slightly. "Then why did you hit him so hard?"
"Uh..."
The Elders looked at one another, all appearing somewhat embarrassed.
None of them had ever seen the power of a body pushed to its limit. Every one of them had wanted to attack with their full strength and see what a limit-level physical body was really like.
Ordinarily, one or two Level Ninety-Eight Super Douluo attacking with all their strength would indeed pose little threat to a limit-level body. But they had not considered that all five Level Ninety-Eight Super Douluo would strike with their full power.
That was a rather terrifying sight.
Seeing their worried expressions, Mu En shook his head slightly. "Don't worry. Xiao Ming is fine. You don't understand how terrifying a limit-level body is. Besides, don't forget that Xiao Ming has several trigger-type ninth-grade Defensive Soul Tools on him. He isn't stupid. If he truly couldn't withstand it,