Zhao Fulong was at the Marrow Cleansing Late Stage. The pair of Golden Melon Hammers in his hands were like mountain-shattering heavy weapons, each hammer more crushing than the last, every blow carrying the force of ten thousand jun.
With such terrifying power, even the walls of Fallen Cloud City would be smashed open with a massive breach if they took a single hit.
Yet after he unleashed more than a dozen hammer blows in a raging storm, Chu Feng's body did not budge in the slightest. Even the wrist holding his blade had not trembled once.
Zhao Fulong gained not the slightest advantage through his frontal assault, while Li Feixiao, waiting for a chance to launch a sneak attack from the side, was equally helpless.
This man was at the Marrow Cleansing Mid Stage, and his fighting style was completely different from Zhao Fulong's. He moved like a cunning, venomous weasel, waiting until Chu Feng blocked the Golden Melon Hammers before suddenly striking.
The Soul-Devouring Dagger in his hand had been steeped in a strange poison. Its tip was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue as it stabbed toward every vital point around Chu Feng's body.
In his view, a heavy weapon like the Mò Dāo was bound to be cumbersome and sluggish. Moreover, Chu Feng was being firmly restrained by Zhao Fulong, who was also a Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster. This strike of his would surely be fatal.
Unfortunately, ideals were plump, but reality was bony.
Every sneak attack Li Feixiao believed to be flawless was casually blocked by Chu Feng at the most crucial moment.
That gigantic Mò Dāo, taller than a man by three feet, was as nimble and light as an embroidery needle in Chu Feng's hands. It combined offense and defense, seamless as water