Kill

Chen Changqing watched, utterly unconcerned, standing perfectly still where he was.

He looked as though he had no intention of dodging at all.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

In less than a few breaths, the fat cultivator's massive hammer came crashing down upon Chen Changqing.

As an earthshaking roar rang out, a dust cloud surged up and blotted out the sky.

The fat cultivator sprang backward, throwing his head back in laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"This brat's reactions are far too slow."

"He's only just entered the Tribulation Transcendence level. His realm is probably not even stable yet."

"One blow from Fat Master's hammer is enough to crush him to death!"

After retreating to the black-robed cultivator and the others, the fat cultivator wore a smug look.

Hearing this, the black-robed cultivator and the others smiled with smug satisfaction as well.

Before long, the dust and mist dispersed.

When they looked again, the black-robed cultivator and the others were all left agape, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

Chen Changqing was still standing where he had been, without the slightest injury anywhere on his body.

"This?"

"How is that possible?"

The fat cultivator stared in stunned disbelief, as though he had seen a ghost.

One had to know that the force behind that hammer strike of his had been immense. Against an unprepared opponent, it could have easily blasted apart a cultivator of the same rank.

Yet Chen Changqing had emerged completely unscathed.

"What's going on?"

"This kid is actually completely fine?"

"Could it be... could it be that he blocked Second Master's hammer strike purely with the strength of his fleshly body?"

"How can that be possible?"

"Even disciples of the True Martial Immortal Sect don't possess such terrifying physical bodies, do they?"

"..."

The many cultivators behind the black-robed cultivator cried out in