"Furious my ass!"
Lin Changqing merely glanced at Wang Jingyu, and rage surged up in his heart. What he hated most was seeing people show off—especially showing off in front of him. Wasn't that just asking to be slapped?
As his words fell, Lin Changqing moved. With a Great Teleportation Technique, he appeared eerily above Wang Jingyu's head, then viciously stomped down at his skull. Didn't this pretty boy love putting on airs? He would grind him into the ground and see how he kept showing off.
Boom...
With that stomp, the void shattered in an instant. Wang Jingyu immediately sensed something was wrong. Sword Qi erupted within him, and an ancient sword shot into the air, stabbing straight toward Lin Changqing. It was actually an Innate Spirit Treasure.
Unfortunately, it was merely a Low-grade Innate Spirit Treasure. Though its sword intent was razor-sharp and its killing power surged wildly, Lin Changqing remained utterly unfazed. His expression did not change in the slightest as he stomped directly onto the ancient sword rushing at him.
Bang!
The sky trembled. Lin Changqing did not budge, while Wang Jingyu's ancient sword suddenly shuddered. It seemed to let out a faint wail before its sword radiance dimmed, turning into a streak of light as it flew back into Wang Jingyu's body.
In that split second, someone clearly saw fine cracks emerge on the ancient sword, as though its blade had been damaged.
"How is that possible? Senior Brother Wang's Thunderclap Sword was actually damaged? That's absolutely impossible. I must have seen wrong. No matter how powerful that Huntian Sect fellow's flesh body is, he couldn't possibly crack an Innate Spirit Treasure with his bare body!"
"You must be seeing things. Still, that Huntian Sect fellow really is terrifyingly strong. To use his flesh body