Xiang Yang dared to meet Shen Ao's Iron Sleeve Technique head-on with nothing but his physical body, so naturally he was not without confidence. Or rather, he had done it deliberately, his purpose being to test just what level his bodily cultivation had reached.
The Sculpted Blade Body was something Xiang Yang had comprehended from the Falling Star Arrow Technique, an ancient and modern martial arts archery art. Strictly speaking, it was a supreme divine skill dedicated solely to cultivating the flesh, no weaker than the Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill or the Immortal Golden Body—indeed, only stronger.
Xiang Yang had further drawn upon the Human-God Fusion Body Strengthening Technique to absorb the Divine Edge Aura within the Que Xie Divine Blade. It could be said that he had now surpassed the mortal realm; even the particles composing his physical body differed from those of ordinary people.
He was no longer flesh and blood in the usual sense. Compared to the imperishable golden body realm of external martial arts, he could not be said to have surpassed it by a vast margin, but he was certainly far stronger.
Still, compared with that heavenly being expert of the Demonic Body Lineage on Mo Mountain, clad in divine armor, I should be a fraction inferior. Once my blade body reaches great completion and my flesh rivals a divine weapon, I reckon that aside from those who have attained the Dao, no one beneath heaven will be able to harm me in the slightest.
Even as he felt satisfied, Xiang Yang remained composed enough to assess himself, make an estimate, and finally reach the conclusion that he still had considerable room for improvement.
Yet this leisurely, self-satisfied manner of his truly enraged Shen Ao. The fury in Shen Ao's heart surged higher and higher,