"Old Du..."
"Gone?"
In the back row of the town within Eight Palaces, everyone watched Xu Xiaoshou bring down a palm, and Old Du vanished entirely. They were collectively dumbfounded.
Even if he had been caught off guard, it shouldn't have gone like this, right? Old Du's protective spiritual essence had not been withdrawn in the slightest. When he noticed someone behind him, he had even instinctively used a defensive spiritual technique.
Even though that spiritual technique had failed to fully take shape and was only half-formed.
Still, how could a dignified Master be slapped out of existence by one palm?
Received Doubt, Passive Value +424.
When Luo Qinglang recovered his senses outside the scene and turned his head, what he saw was Old Du being blasted straight into the ground.
The blood that burst out horizontally had even splattered onto him several yards away.
One could well imagine just how terrifying the force of Xu Xiaoshou's palm had been.
"An innate physical body?"
Luo Qinglang stood there like a wooden chicken.
Ever since his hand had been locked in that fellow's grip earlier, he had vaguely realized that this person's physical body was anything but ordinary.
But perhaps he had used some secret technique?
In any case, Luo Qinglang had never considered the possibility of an innate physical body.
Yet the sight before him left him no choice but to think deeply.
An exceptionally powerful sword cultivator with Master-level sword will, on top of an innate physical body?
"Where the hell did this monster crawl out from?"
Though he could not see the fellow's face, Luo Qinglang could tell from his exposed eyes alone that he was not very old.
Perhaps he was even from the same generation as Luo Qinglang.
But in the dozen-plus prefectures around