"Don't panic."
Qin Jun waved his hand. As an ancestral shaman, Qiang Liang's talent for battle was certainly no worse than those heavenly prides—perhaps even greater.
He wanted to see how long Qiang Liang could hold out, and whether he could achieve a breakthrough in battle.
He did not dare let Qiang Liang immediately recover his peak strength. He could only hope that Qiang Liang would continue improving through combat.
Patriarch Bodhi nodded. He had also heard the legends of the ancestral shamans, so he wanted to see whether Qiang Liang, who was only at the Perfected Grand Unity Beginning Immortal Realm, could defeat Xu Zixian of the Entering Saint Realm.
Crack! Crack! Crack...
Xu Zixian's right arm moved like an afterimage, his silver whip lashing madly across Qiang Liang's body. Flying rocks within a hundred-thousand-meter radius were shattered one after another. Qiang Liang kept sliding backward, his ten-thousand-zhang body carving two deep trenches into the ground.
With both hands crossed before his face, the eyes beneath his tiger head had reddened to a purplish hue.
"I'll tear you apart..."
Qiang Liang let out a low roar that resounded beneath the clouds, making everyone's scalps tingle.
Xu Zixian was also frightened by his gaze. At the same time, he swung his whip with greater and greater force, intending to smash Qiang Liang to pieces.
"Just how strong is this guy's body?"
Even Fairy Nan Su could not help clicking her tongue in amazement. How powerful was a full-force strike from an Entering Saint Realm expert? Even she would not dare take one head-on.
Yet Qiang Liang did not use any dharma power, relying solely on his physical body to endure the blows. It utterly overturned her understanding.
What she did not know was that Qiang Liang had no primordial spirit