Terrifying Beyond Measure!

No one had expected that, after a single exchange, Yang Jian would be sent flying by the Black Bear Spirit.

Perhaps only Qiu Shou Xian and the few others who knew the Black Bear Spirit relatively well had been mentally prepared for this.

The Black Bear Spirit had attained the Dao in the form of a black bear and ultimately reached Daluo, yet he possessed no particularly formidable divine abilities or spells. All his strength lay in his sheer physical power.

Under such circumstances, it was a mistake for anyone of the same realm—even someone with cultivation slightly higher than the Black Bear Spirit's—to clash with him head-on, let alone Yang Jian, who was only at the Taiyi realm.

Of course, although Yang Jian had looked quite miserable, he had not actually suffered much injury after that blow.

After all, he cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, which was said to allow one to become a saint through the fleshly body.

However, while Yang Jian himself was largely unharmed, the three-pointed, double-edged blade in his hand had been smashed so badly that it was bent completely out of shape.

Yang Jian stared gloomily at the ruined weapon in his hand, utterly helpless.

Although the Black Bear Spirit's strike had not injured him, this ordinary three-pointed, double-edged blade clearly could not withstand the force of that blow.

So the question was, what should he do now?

Keep fighting?

But his weapon was already gone. If he continued, he could only take out his hammers.

Yet at the thought of wielding two massive hammers in battle under the gaze of so many people, Yang Jian felt an intense sense of shame.

However, Shen Gongbao had trusted him enough to let him lead the charge. If he retreated after just one exchange, it